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Acey
beautiful new england
writer/creative omnivore/passionate gardener
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oops I just looked it up on Google and see the Brandywine is a creek and not a river. Makes me realize I don't even really grasp the official order/hierarchy of water ways.
Toggle Commented 1 hour ago on us at windthread
I love Love LOVE that you made your introductory river visit surrounded by family and with so many of their stories now woven into your own experience of the Being There variety. Also greatly enjoy seeing Emrie in a larger context of peer-level relatives. Always tried to picture her surrounded by others when she visit's her father's people but could not. Now that will be much easier. Since I opened-up the River aspect of my own daily world/lanscape awareness I have started to care about (and notice) more and more details about individual rivers' similarities to each other. It's almost like rivers have personality types. A notion I've never thought to research to see if scientists or other earth-obsessed types have been there already and set something into place for me to use as an identification key/field guide. If anyone knows where i might start discovering what exists along these lines I'd really appreciate you clue-ing me in. Already spend enough of time willfully reinventing wheel after wheel. Am finally getting old enough to lay that burden down and take shortcuts where I can. The vibe and general appearance of this section of the Feather puts me ao much in mind of the Brandywine - a small tributary in PA and DE - that it's downright eerie. Spent a fair amount of time wandering specific sections of her banks at grammar school and jr. high age. Also in relation to Jaime's question about the corrugated ground. Not trying to butt-in at all but thought the corrugation indicated this area was a boat launch? At least that's what this sort of 'implant' means up this way...
Toggle Commented 1 hour ago on us at windthread
it's all so wonderful. still. and maybe even because of.
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I love this comment so much Joanne.
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Walden Pond. Living Deliberately. Long revelatory conversations with significant friends talking passionately together while perambulating the pond; deeply immersed in the details of whatever we were deliberately making of our shared and individuals lives. Tourists speaking animatedly in a number of languages. People walking quite deliberately by themselves; often with... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Sparkling Lotus Ink
so much love and understanding. it is palpable.
Toggle Commented 4 days ago on all the small joys at windthread
Aye and that's what in turn touched me just as strongly about your exuberant response to the image. Am growing pretty convinced that illuminated color is the universal language both on and off World. That is doesn't just "seem" that way - it is.
Toggle Commented 5 days ago on healing light(s) .1 at Sparkling Lotus Ink
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As we all move closer to a new calendar year I've decided to start broadcasting some creative seeds. Maybe something I share will find fertile ground in a way that compliments your own creative/ceremonial activities. Please note that the featured project for this post was conceived and taught by Vanessa... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Nichobella
always love how pleased and expansive the plants' energies become once they're out of the pot and into the ground. Had to do some google image searches and a bit of reading as I was unfamiliar with the flowers mentioned on your description tag and wanted to see them. Here on the brink of more snow in the morning I also did a bit of planting today - a trough full of dead nettles I chose to dig up in September so they wouldn't get trampled by house painters. Went to re-plant them last month and they vibed their desire to be the last thing I put in the ground for the season. So okay. They are now in the ground at the point of later autumn where gardening chores involve a different kind of physical labor and answer to rapidly shifting levels of prioritization and execution. I am ready. So far anyway.
Toggle Commented 5 days ago on enough for the 7 Generations at windthread
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Wasn't sure what image to choose for this one but finally settled on this fragment from a long ago Business & Communication altar in a place I no longer live. I chose it because the topic of this post first made itself known in my bubbling consciousness during that linear... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Sparkling Lotus Ink
and also - What my question to you opened into myself and outwards again in terms of looking and synthesizing experience into words. Noticing *everything* Gaia related a lot more carefully and closely. About a day after you told me of the Feather it dawned on me I drive right over my closest river all the time without ever 'inquiring further' at that particular point in its journey. Wanting to and yet never going those few extra literal steps of finding a place to park and then walk close enough to say some form of Hello *right there* in the spot that's literally closest to my home. In my need to change that inner distance it would seem some essential spirit of water began to move through me. I suddenly wanted and needed to see ALL the water I co-exist with - to understand how it hooks around and feeds into itself. And then Liz spoke of Onion Creek and I in response had the strongest urge to prepare a words-only post involving impeccable timing, inspired human motivation and the headwaters of the mighty Missouri. But. why?? I mean it's a very wonderful story that feeds directly into the post I felt it made a lot more sense to create and then otherwise save the other words-only piece for a newsletter. But then I sat literally opened mouthed in joy to read Cheryl's comment to this post. I shared her words with J. once we'd finished dinner and then instead of going our separate ways to prepare for the week ahead there we were lingering together looking at images of these rivers and reading of their confluence. I recalled our trips back and forth across the country by car, especially the first one. Any time we crossed an unmarked river I would ask out loud for its name. I didn't understand why I would expect him to know when I didn't. At a later campsite we'd study inadequate interstate driving oriented road maps and fail to find the names I sought. ~last night I started wondering if I'd actually been asking the rivers (rather than J.) for their names and just didn't realize it consciously~ Since we were both continuing to linger at the table I requested more details about the headspring of the river by the Oaks. Had looked at satellite images and topographical maps but was unclear if there were any access roads or only hiking/maintenance trails. And if only the latter how challenging were the passageways. He has hiked a lot of this area. As I'd hoped, he has visited the head's spring and scouted the landscape all around the large pond it forms. Apparently there's a circular road with a a parking strip where I could walk at least a bit of the way of whatever is there to be walked, gather impressions, and hopefully gain a sense of energetic permission to take some pictures. But not until after hunting season, obviously, and if by then we're into ice - particularly black ice - season I would not want to go until winter thaw.
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on the water in between at Sparkling Lotus Ink
Oh Grace. It seems so long ago, in terms of deepening connections, when I asked you that question. And several times longer since I stood on the little bridge and wondered why I kept thinking I ought to be blogging again - but this time, instead of dancing around it and largely speaking in code, to communicate on a level certain individuals had been encouraging me to blog all along - on *this* level. Of course by now the most immediate reason is obvious and I said it myself in the reply to Liz's comment on this post. We all - ALL OF US who have the slightest capacity to feel connection and love for our shared mother Earth - we must all absorb of much of her energy and wisdom as we possibly can. Not just to sustain ourselves and those we love most in our very first/closest circle of relationship(s). And those we work with on any path of professional or freely given service. But. In order to *move* it - all the complexities and wonders and plights and dwindling life force and heroic unexpected comebacks that our planet's Daily World nature schema is showing each individual land-loving person. ~To move it as effortlessly as water moves itself. I love to visualize and meditate on this ability I'm certain we possess if we can just slow the revs of Being Human long enough to get synched with it~
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on the water in between at Sparkling Lotus Ink
Cheryl - **THANK YOU** so much for sharing details of your relationship to water and how carefully you've been breathing with it and following its progress. I do agree that water moving over rocks is very special and transformative. And I love knowing that what I shared served as inspiration to make a plan with friends centered on your intention to visit the described confluence for the first time!
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on the water in between at Sparkling Lotus Ink
also I like to dip these pencils in water and then smush-draw on a glass plate to create more facile amounts of pigment that can then be mixed in all sorts of varying amounts of ... volume control.
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on looking for an Oak Tree at windthread
love that you had time and space for working in this way. love also the swatch cloths.
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on looking for an Oak Tree at windthread
It would be very similar terrain/vegetation indeed. Did you get to spend much time there?
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on the water in between at Sparkling Lotus Ink
Oh! My sole relatively local paper crafting friend is currently preparing that book to use as her substrate for our bi-annual altered book self-challenge. Back in the 80's when everybody we knew started actively naming themselves in relation to self-described and at times completely over the top imaginary tribal/clan affiliations, one of my long time buddies mocked both the cultural tendency and the pair of us by declaring we were They of Those with the Plant Geek Eyes. For some reason the "They of Those" part of the moniker still cracks me up. I have done it twice just writing this comment and getting it posted.
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on a day in which .2 at Sparkling Lotus Ink
weird how the comment I wrote got zapped right in front of my eyes. but I was crafty and quick and able to retrieve, copy and paste before it poofed completely. Might have occurred because I had a brain zap and typed "last month" when I meant "last spring". Tried to edit and then - nevermind. Here's the reply: Liz - My eyes have greedily devoured images of that creek bed. Everything you shared in this comment left me pleasantly shell-shocked. It's been continuing to amaze me how validating your ongoing comments are for a variety of reasons related to my communicative goals and aspirations. In this case your remarks underscore something that first came to light in a standing meditation session last spring. I was in the middle of the tiny bridge that crosses our equally miniature stream trying to determine the most versatile and easy-to-personalize topics I could share on a blog were I to decide I was willing to commit to keeping one again. I didn't want to simply reflect on my specific life here in a particular landscape as a way of keeping up with far-flung friends. I also wanted (and this part is actually far more important/motivating/meaningful to me and always has been) to create inspirational space for people so inclined to leapfrog straight into ideas of how they might actualize any or all of my activities on their own terms. One of the strong impressions I got that day on the bridge is that everyone, irrespective of where they live, will benefit greatly from visiting the river closest to their home at least once a season. Sometimes, in both daily and email world, I will ask the other person what river is closest to them and how easy it would be for them to get there. This post was my first tentative foray into putting the idea out beyond that one on one level. Figured somebody somewhere might make plans, follow through, find a meaningful earth-rooted connection in a time we all need as much of that as we can possible absorb. To have it confirmed so directly that my words and images fulfilled my intentional focus is an extra dollop of nourishment for me. LOVE that I was originally encouraged to do this myself (visit the river and thus meet the two Oaks) by my little stream and you were now, so soon after re-rooting, encouraged by what was evoked internally via images of that stream's far grander passageway as water journeys in ways we cannot.
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on the water in between at Sparkling Lotus Ink
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Our little stream feeds into this local brook. It in turn feeds into the river I've been documenting as part of my Wednesday morning routine. This pictures hints at the sluggish tone of the water's movement and its currents. Although it's the most accessible place to photograph the dramatic impact... Continue reading
Posted Nov 9, 2019 at Sparkling Lotus Ink
saaaaaaame stars. I am lucky to be able to watch all four directions of sky throughout the months of temps when I'm simply unwilling to bundle up to the hilt and wander around outside with just a small flashlight. Not once there's ice on the ground, anyway.
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on as we plummet to the teens at Sparkling Lotus Ink
Yes. Mo sees completely different constellations and stars though. I love that.
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on as we plummet to the teens at Sparkling Lotus Ink
I do now WANT to know cold like this so early in relation to its established schedule/time sequencing! Been here in MA for forty years but am still a zone 7 transplant. Need a certain amount of more gradual temperature downshifts in which to become mentally and pragmatically prepared for temps like we're having. Normally this wouldn't settle in until a week or two before christmas. Many of our abnormal is now the new normal years it just barely happens during the week between christmas and new years. *But it does explain why, week before last, I got very hyper-focused and almost squirrel-like, on the verge of frenzy, in terms of getting all the deep winter out and repaired/replaced/reworked as necessary.* This afternoon we should have scurried industriously to bring in all the remaining hoses, birdbath, a certain farflung windchime that crows are fond of dismantling in inventive and at times confounding ways if it isn't brought inside very promptly once the hardwoods are bare. And a half dozen other things we should have done but instead, being us, we took a country back-roads drive so I could snippy snap with two different cameras along the way to purchasing three additional straw bales for mulching tasks. Tomorrow will be good enough for the other stuff to come in but if it stays this low overnight as a regular thing I'm going to have to shut off the studio water pipes. Definitely not ready for that yet, either. BUT. Am beginning to think that not-ready has some advantages because we didn't have time to lurk around anticipating whenever the true cold will begin to descend. It's just here. And so we go right along with it.
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on as we plummet to the teens at Sparkling Lotus Ink
Linda Hogan's one of my faves. I love Dwellings (and also her novel Power - about the powerful medicine spirit of Florida native panthers) especially. I have no idea how to be helpful for Patty and Michelle but it will be so nice when we have them back. Many typepad snafus on this end - getting locked out of my own blog, not being able to reply to comments there sometimes, never being able to comment for Jude anymore and on a couple other typepad blogs unrelated to this community. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it.
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on just this. Michelle and Patty at windthread
love all those beautiful lavender lights in the water!
Toggle Commented Nov 9, 2019 on i live at windthread
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Yesterday we had snow flurries off and on throughout the very chilly day. The ceiling was so low and dense with cloud clover that I would not have imagined a crystal clear overnight sky. It was 19 degrees F at around 1 o'clock in the morning when I took this... Continue reading
Posted Nov 9, 2019 at Sparkling Lotus Ink