windthread

Shelter for Wandering Spirits                       ….had forgotten.   that's what i used to call them.   remembering how much i used to love making them.   here,  just tried the Inktense       Paynes Grey       back then it was oils…..but,  Paynes Grey then too.  Wish i had the oils.   They were pretty much spent tubes that my beloved friend Marge gave me.   and Crimson Lake.    Oy….i googled…."it originally meant the color of the kermes dye produced from a scale insect, Kermes vermilio   AND it is the national color of Nepal.         and then…..Mars Violet    composed of earth and iron.    loved the smell of turpentine…..would bleed the colors in the same way i bleed the Inktense now.   the sap of the Pines here…that gets on everything it can….what gives turpentine.

found.    I used to grow these.    Maybe i could again?    about 2"  tall,    l  and a half wide.    I used to paint them….sell them at the Flea Market in Albuquerque.     There's something about them.   I could put them here and there on this hill…..maybe great homes for spiders?    

nearing the end of mushroom days.   Everywhere,  grasses are rising,   a green haze of them ,  the slender blades  and everywhere these wonderful balls of Goat poop that  make changes in this earth….which is just what it is….Change.  But what is IS unless we just go away and we are not just going away and so….

i think maybe what it was yesterday with the Chicken Palace…..that working with Susan Salzberg's  Real Happiness Meditation Challenge,    the coming to be      present    aware    brings with it her teaching also to notice and let go.  I got as far as notice but did not continue with   Let Go.   thinking about this.  Will begin again tomorrow.   The Chicken Palace     IS.      So much    IS.     Notice and      Let Go.

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i don't know why this is in my attention.   It seems to not have anything to do with anything,   but must have something to do with something.    It's the abandoned Chicken Palace.   Gotten for Talkie and her 3 sisters.  Alyssia bought it.   On sale because of something broken.     it was still when Destiny was living with her.   The 4 chicks were for Destiny and Julian and lived for a while in their bathtub when they were still  in Chico.   At first when they were old enough they lived here with the fence around a large space.   But not long they began flying out,  over that fence and free.   Something happened to one almost immediately.  Another disappeared.   Tay chased and grabbed one and i think it died of fright.   We built that roof apparatus of pvc pipe and a wireplastic netting that's on the ground  but she found ways out so it was dismantled and propped against the fence  and very soon,  Talkie never went back.   She never liked it, preferred roosting in trees.   We continued to feed her in there to no avail.  to me it has always been an eyesore.   It's set back between that feed shed and Jack Flash's Gate.  I like the feed shed…just 2x4s and a  brown fiberglass type roof.   Plain.  blends in.                                   Maybe it's emblematic for things tried but didn't work?   or  maybe things you want to work but can't ?   and once you have them,   they're just There because of…..what to DO with them?

i'm pretty sure this is the tree that the LichenTwig fell from.    it's halfway down to Jack Flash's Place.   I pass it a minimum of 4 times every day.   Have,  for 6 years.

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One of the resting chairs is also there….where i sit to breath and think and see.   again,  6 years.    I wanted to look more closely at the bark,    how many Lichen and Moss i can discern and i went around to the back ,  where the poison oak brush has been piled since the first couple years here.   Poison Oak can remain potent for at least 4 years,  5  so the back has been avoided.   and here,    this Breast.    I remembered those words….interspecies  interaction   and went off to Trickster's Hoard to find them,  intending to  include some of that post in what's going on here,   but it is such an incredible post,  i will just hope you go there for the whole of it                 Sharing Trickster's Hoard     trickstershoard.com     Margery Knott    April 22,  2023  All Our Relations

it will help me say whatever i might say here.    I realize i am treading among  sensitive thoughts,  and words hold the ability to explain and or create unintended meaning       Here i am,   a person who eats meat….animals, fish, birds  talking about the life forms and beingness of Lichen.   Asking     lichen    to teach me.   I want to be Care Full.      

so….go  read.   It is FULL     Thank you beyond Thank you,   Margery

still.    an extreme analogy yesterday….

if i saw a hummingbird,  knocked to the earth  mid flight by a great wind          would i think    Oh,  drop it in a pot with some cloth…see what color comes from it   ??    No.    it's a living bird      and it felt/feels the Same,   with this Lichen     Living Being(s)  I had not understood or even imagined that before.    

and the thought this morning as i continued looking,    being with it….     where can i       keep     it?    Bring it in?   put in the basket?    Hang on the wall?   Make it a shadow box?       Same analogy as the hummingbird…would i try any of these things with a windfallen     bird?     No.     Life is Life       and i know so little.      I will take the stick  down to OOna's grave.   It's just near the tree that i think this twig fell from.   can   Continue   there.    and i can  watch there.  As it Lives.   

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will take some time.            I went out this morning to feed the Goats.   it was cold and so dripping wet with moisture in the air.  Stood at that table that is right outside the door             to throw the ball for Minnow       which i did and did and did and did and and and  and then turned to notice'

to notice 

this stick   that i'd taken that pic of the other day and put here      and i looked and saw it so GREEN,    so ALIVE    

i'd called it           windfall        which infers        dead    broken off and       dead     but what i saw was oh so much NOT dead…the Green,  the GREENS were Vibrant and Alive….   and it was like a Visual Psychedelic            i was tripping      and it was what i knew somehow was     there        IF       i could open to it     and        here i am tonight……going back,   trying to be where i was.   So enough for now.      Tomorrow again.    Hope.

battery Loooooooow     Words tomorrow    

familiar,  but this cycle of season….in profusion.    Everywhere.  Tree dwelling lichen.   Keeps pulling my attention.   I read.

Wiki         Lichen is a composite organism that arises from algae or cyanobacteria  living among filaments of multiple fungi species  in a mutualistic relationship.   There's way more but this sentence is enough for tonight.   and

makes purple dye

I hadn't wanted to go here.    but,  this,   it somehow could not be better.    Without going on,   there are odd neighbors along Carefree Way.   i've talked some about neighbor Dave who turned away when i was struggling with those pit bulls and their attack of Sunny Ray.   and there is Mike,  just down and across the road who is building a house but not living there yet and then there's the other ones.    It's these Other Ones.   Sometime in the early summer this Trump sign appeared.   Our hearts pounded.  WHAT???????    it's on the other side of the entrance off Old Olive,  the Rooster Swamp,  which tho across CareFree,  belongs to this piece of property.   At first we were going to just TAKE IT DOWN.   Our urge was to smash it to be honest.   But being who we are,  we looked and sure enough,  it was on the edge of the road..Old Olive…just off private land   and we also found out that even there,  it was not legal outside of some short time close to an election cycle and the local road people could remove it and i tried to find which local road people they were and got no where so we just got quiet within ourselves.   Many initial thoughts of putting up some sign of our own on the opposite side but that seemed ignorant.   I met a couple different people associated with those neighbors,  her niece  and her father as they were driving by and  waved them down….asking them about the sign and yes it is Julie's sign and  I was very clear about how disturbing it was to us and how actually,  not legal.   They listened.   Drove on.  And i can say,   in the beginning,  i drove all over this area and this is the ONLY political sign anywhere.   I suppose as we near the election there might be more?     We have few interactions with them….recently one over them taking  gravel from the pile Jenny bought and using it to fill the Rain damage of the common road …Julie's husband being actually there with a shovel when Jenny arrived in the morning…Jenny confronting him and him saying he didn't know it belonged to her

there's more to the story but i don't want to waste energy going there…is of no use    BUT i cannot say the great

JOY

seeing this this morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………………!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   The Wind last night was beyond belief….Wild and Fierce and Frightening    but look….oh,  just look.     The Canopy over the picnic table down there at  A,  the Wall  Garden…perfectly In Tact.   and just down the Way….this.     JOY.   just    JOY.