Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Ripples

ripples
the force of one event traveling through space and time
changing the world in large or small ways
our words and songs ripple through the air
the lights of our world ripple through space to arrive on other planets eons after we are gone
I wonder if we would throw different stones if we could see all those ripples clearly
just thoughts....

Monday, August 14, 2017

Say her name

George Wallace on Twitter: "That little baby grew up believing in goodness and justice and standing up to hate. Heather Heyer. Say her name. https://t.co/82noPD35uU"
Heather Heyer
I don't twitter (I have enough to be going on with as it is)
yet sometimes a portal opens and I see something
in this case from George Wallace

I can feel the ripples of her passing through the world.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

a good way to build

learning
a good job over at thekitchensgarden lead me to consider how we build things, like people and society, how we teach ourselves how to be...
Tribe 3 begins
How we learn those lessons and reapply them later in life.
I find a great deal to relate to in the story and her pictures are always captivating

yow!
today I progressed on weeding and trimming the Bird Garden. It is decidedly overgrown, the springtime rain and cooler temps have created good conditions for growth this year. I will be transplanting some of the overgrowth to other beds in the fall
keeping it together
Last year (?) the sedum fountain tipped over and shattered, I reset the bits, replanted it  and gave it a spiffy bird nest hat.
Hat
Our nearby neighbors have cut down many of the large trees in their yard so the garden gets much more evening light in the summer than it used to, more dramatic now as it shines though the leaves. I'm considering how to use that to build something

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Looking for leaders

things out there are bad
there is a lack of leadership
I went out to look in the garden, for lack of anything better to do
and I found this.
I'm not sure what to make of it...

Friday, August 11, 2017

Zora Neale Hurston

balloon flower in purple

The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me. I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms. When the consciousness we know as life ceases, I know that I shall still be part and parcel of the world. I was a part before the sun rolled into shape and burst forth in the glory of change. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fiery rim. I shall return with the earth to Father Sun, and still exist in substance when the sun has lost its fire, and disintegrated into infinity to perhaps become a part of the whirling rubble of space. Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and creeds to deny myself the comfort of all my fellow men? The wide belt of the universe has no need for finger-rings. I am one with the infinite and need no other assurance.”
—Zora Neale Hurston, "Religion," from Dust Tracks on a Road by Zora Neale Hurston (1942), anthologized in African-American Humanism: An Anthology edited by Norm R. Allen Jr. (1991)

I keep this quote where I can see it often
I find comfort in it, because as much as we destroy this earth, we can never take it all apart can we?
we are connected to the world, the cosmos and each other in ways that are indestructible 
ways that defy our own perception and our own egos. 
I will still fight for and mourn for this world yet the cosmos is beyond our comprehension and it will go on no matter what and in one form or another I will be a part of it and so will everything else.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Little Griefs

Katydid nymphs?
Over at Grace's Windthread someone left the thought "little griefs"
I feel them deeply
There are no katydids singing this year, and very few crickets.
Very quiet
I found these tiny bodies on the porch and I expect I won't be hearing any at all this year.
I don't know why it has happened
I miss them
I'll keep listening, maybe next year.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

pieces

Family#1  2012ish
I don't think I have posted this group here before.
I looked back and found that I first began wrapping stones in 2009
At some point they developed into icons, families and tribes.
Sometimes they are all three
Sometimes they have secret identities.
often they have stories for me
I slowly piece it together
like an archaeological dig

Saturday, August 5, 2017

the third and a triad

polishing and thinking
The other 2 tribes are resting in baskets, while I figure out what their stories are and how to best tell them. In the meantime a third group is gathering and 3 new icons are unfolding.
triad 


Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Summer sweet

sweet with bee
This wildflower grows in the marshy areas and near ponds like the one we live next to. This time of year the entire neighborhood is filled with the perfume. The bees that remain, mostly bumblebees, are drunk on them, this one barely moved even when I was quite close to it.
We have a guest for a few days Bri is passing through before he heads on to Arizona for a new job. So I'm off to visit with him.

Monday, July 31, 2017

New Stars

Balloon flowers at dusk
I noticed they have opened in the last day or so
this evening a small constellation floated in a corner of the garden.
slow, origami, shooting, stars

I am waiting for the kadydids to begin singing...
I haven't heard any so far this summer
that sound marks the change in season to my heart, to the late summer ripening.
I'll keep listening for it

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Buzzz

BuzzzzzzzzZip
today I took pictures.
I hunted hummingbirds
The new feeder is attracting a competing pair who chase each other around.
they are the epitome of small but fierce a combination of qualities that makes me smile.
The garden needs attention
so I spent time looking at it
one of the less overgrown beds
I went to Lar's gig last night so I am tired today and I want to just wander about and ponder stuff
I've started to nibble at "The Language of the Goddess"-Marija Gimbutas
I bought it used with someone else's voice inscribed in it
A textbook I think....
follow the notes?






Saturday, July 29, 2017

weaving the nest

7/28/17- On Thursday I picked up my CSA basket so Friday night was a cooking night: refrigerator pickles, roasted salsa, white beans and roasted broccoli w/ Dijon dressing, and zucchini bread. Keeping up with so much produce means a lot more cooking and much better food.
No pictures were taken
No other work was done

7/29/17- Today has been a whirl of chores and errands and appointments with still more to come and a night out to see Lar's band play to top it off.

Feb 2017
These two are in full on summer shed, and after 2 days tumbleweeds of fur gather in the corners of the house.
No pictures were taken
No other work has been done

Tomorrow I hope to take pictures
and spend some time in the garden


the foot soldier of birminham

Image result for footsoldier of birmingham
found on the internet, I don't know who took it, but I like it
Who gets to tell the story that is known?
this Malcolm Gladwell  Revisionist History pod-ep has some things to say that I found interesting.
to think about how we have passed stories down through the ages.
whose stories and how?
who was the audience?
what tales were remembered and what stories were forgotten?
this looks intriguing
I've got questions that haven't been answered adequately by the voices that I've heard
I'm looking harder for voices I haven't heard

Friday, July 28, 2017

words

I've heard people say that the English language has too many words in it,
I could not disagree more!
I love words.
I remember vocabulary list assignments in school would take me 3x  what it could have because I would start reading the dictionary...
bamboozle, firefly, scintillate, humidor and so on...
I love swear words too they are blunt instruments in language, they get the emotions out there and I find that useful sometimes... they don't really offend me, but they can be misused and can get really ugly.
I found this podcast on the c-word really interesting especially its prehistoric origins.  
(your mileage may vary, don't bother if you really don't want to hear people swearing)

words in play 

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Pat Schneider on writers' voices




Voice has been on my mind for a long time now so this is an interesting idea

I notice that it is a triad.

Symbols/icons are also on my mind

maiden mother crone



Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Making Do

My Grandma Myrtle was a good cook, she could get a pretty nice meal out of what was on hand, and what was leftover. She made do and I think she liked the challenge too.
I aspire to this.

swiss chard, maple syrup, garlic, cabbage

4 years ago we joined a local CSA*
we buy shares in a local farm and each week we get a basket with whatever came ripe that week plus some eggs and and a loaf of bread. Its a chunk of cash up front and a bit of a gamble and some times it presents a bit of a challenge, last week it was swiss chard. Neither of us are very fond of the taste, sort of earthy like beets. Tonight my quest was to find a way to cook it that we like because I fear we will get more this week.
Here is what I made:
oven 360
cabbage wedges tossed in EVOO, maple syrup, Salt&Pepper
roasted for 30 min, flip after 15-20

swiss chard stems tossed in EVOO, maple syrup, Salt&Pepper and 1-2 cloves chopped garlic
roasted for 15 min
combined with prepared couscous

swiss chard leaves tossed in EVOO, Balsamic vinegar, and 1-2 cloves chopped garlic
roasted for 10-15 min til crispy
chopped and added to a dressed salad of lettuce fresh basil and tomatoes.

The consensus was to save the "recipe"

....roasted nuts would be a nice addition to the couscous

*Community Supported Agriculture,  

Saturday, July 8, 2017

With what is at hand

3 sisters
Today I have a headache, too much wine last night and a full 6 hours at the dye table yesterday.
We have been a whirlwind of activity around here lately, chores and upgrades.
Trying to work with what is on hand, we are making the most of what we have, and releasing what we don't need, prepping for whatever is next.

a form of nesting
I am doing it in most aspects of my life
Macro (belief system)
to
Micro (wardrobe)

The tricky bit is that I'm doing it all simultaneously
The other tricky bit is how to share it

A line from yesterdays quote has me thinking
"when fences of enclosure overshadow the last scrap of commons..."
that is important
that fear of losing your sense of place/connection
that fear is primal
that reaches across the political divide into so many issues, pollution, immigration, policing, freedom, lack of employment, globalization, monopolies, addiction
There is an overwhelming sense of loss of control of our lives.
That'll make you fight HARD
I suppose the question there is can we find a common definition of the commons

Thursday, July 6, 2017

What art can be used for



"When the tread is thinnest...when we sense the tragedy of endings...when life and grace is threatened by deafness and ugliness...when tenderness is bullied...when fences of enclosure overshadow the last scrap of commons...then, which is now, comes a ferocity on the side of life, to protect, to cherish and to envoice what cannot speak in human language." Jay Griffiths


From Myth&Moor


Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Whats Next

There is change coming at me,
one of those big ones that is out of my control.
From employed and insured to ?????
I would like to meet it with a brave heart
This is an non-optional opportunity to try something new
its hard to get my head around.
Will I leap or will I fall?
and does it matter after all?
Tribe 2, Precipice

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Magpie Mind

Magpie Moon


I have tried and failed to tame my mind, to stick to one thing but there is too much, all the bright shiny ideas...
I confine myself, yet it never sticks
 I'm no longer positive that I should try to be single minded
I seem to shut down when I do.
lately I've been letting my Magpie Mind go where it will
I fear, I hope
 it may fly away with me

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Hoping for the Fungus

Rainy evening 
All the rain this spring has had a few delightful side effects.
The gardens have loved all the water, I got some worm poop out there, which gave them a nice burst of energy and things are rapidly filling in. I've been transplanting, dividing as needed and resetting the walls and terraces in the back border on the sunnier days. 

Practically Frothing!
The other effect is that the gypsy moths* may suffer sizable losses due to fungus that reacts to moisture and is one of the few things that can disrupt a cycle of sizable infestations.
I am all for a sizable losses in population. Infestations like last years are awful, it feels like a full on zombie attack. They just keep coming... chewing, pooping and GROWING. 
They hatch in masses of tiny caterpillars about a centimeter long and as thick as kitchen twine.
Not much happens at first, a week  or so later you begin to see a few holes in some seedlings...
Gypsy Moth*
Soon they are as thick as yarn, covered in pricklies and consuming some of the low growth, baby oaks are their favorite, stripped to twigs. 
It goes on for weeks.
Damage is widespread.
Rt 102, June 2016
At 3cm long  first the tops then whole oaks start to go, chewed to twigs and rags. 
If you stand still near the trees you will hear a light rainfall. Its the sound of chewing and the poop dropping onto everything below.  

Morning Walk, June 2016
Poop collects with a mass of leaf bits, they are sloppy as well as voracious. Other delightful qualities include: crawling all over the walls of houses and sheds to shelter during the day, a covering of stiff hairs that can cause a nasty rash and they squirt green goo when stomped on.
Poop
They keep growing until they are about 4 cm long then continue to swarm from tree to tree at night. After finishing the oaks they go on to the white pines, blueberry bushes and decorative stuff like our blue spruce.  

Damage, 2016
Then gestation and a huge swarm of moths that mate, lay more masses of eggs, and finally die. 
It was harrowing to me. I began to feel unhinged. I prefer the fungus.
GO FUNGUS!!

*gypsy moths are an introduced species in NA, They were brought here for commercial gain, got out, spread across the country, and now wreak havoc on the native flora and fauna.
That is a perfect definition of colonization.

My thoughts on this are that if they are going to have a name that is a slur they should be named after what they act like... so I think “White Settler Moths” would be more appropriate! 
  

Monday, June 5, 2017

Rainy Season

Friday afternoon
We have had many cool and rainy days here for the last month or so.
The garden LOVES it
Our lawn is our version of lush*
We are still having the fairer weather too some times both in the same day
But best of all it is having the same effect on the Gypsy moths** that hot and humid weather would and activating both a virus and a fungus that kills them. I'm really grateful that we won't see the extreme defoliation we saw last year.

* I like that word.
** This name is problematic, may I suggest a new name: European Colonist moth

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Thanks Liz!

(I meant to publish this a week ago)
thank you Liz 
this little prayer flag is perfect

Friday, May 5, 2017

Fragments of life

Spring crocus

from this in April

to this in May


Precipitous

Apr 22, Science March, Providence RI 

Cataract surgery Left eye

Cataract surgery Right eye


Blossoming

True Blue

Monday, April 10, 2017

Peek A Blue

I've been in the garden  it has begun to stir so I must too, yesterday I found a bit of Blue

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Tracking Time

I took a trip in the Wayback Machine (photo archive) to see if I could find the start of the
Crow/Moon/Magpie/Dance/Timepiece
I think this is the earliest photo, back in Feb 2011 its one of the experiments from jude's class
Time Flies

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

A splash of gold


Spring is sprung here once again.
The sounds are changing, bird songs are everywhere and Ive been hearing the peepers down in the swampy bits again.
Off to yoga for a different sort of rejuvenation.