books and porcupines

i often think in walks and 
in books as walks…

these thoughts in particular, 

were ignited by alisa golden…

maybe because i often walk in places that are deeply connected to land (not disconnected by concrete and asphalt) and are therefore punctuated by plants and animals and their relationships…at lunch a few minutes ago a porcupine made a zipper trail across my yard (from the woods behind the barn) to the arbor vitae near the road…that path is a tale of a limping sticky bear…what words does it think in, with?

what stories to tell?

what wisdom…or not

why take a journey across the plain of the yard

to the white cedar?

that trail is completely tell tale

and yet who, i ask you, who

is going to mess with this one?

a dog, probably, but what other yard visitor?

this one knows the way

to a penthouse lunch

and then home into brambly brush 

and then

anywhere

delving deeper

wendy came right over and put her head on jean's bojagi

and did not want to leave

i had to twist around to show you this a bit better. 

when it arrived in my mailbox,

it was quite hot

and it smelled like the dyes, 

the essence of jean's weaving, 

thoughts,

 hands.

i buried my face in it before the heat faded.

this is the second stump loom

cut from recycled barn wood from 

his old dairy barn

that was recycled first 

as a porch.

sustainability in action.

i have been exploring alisa golden's nifty structure:

created by her husband

who is not a book artist

(wonderful, that)

and have a new idea
we'll see if it can work into something 
or 
where it goes
when a new way of doing a beloved task emerges, 
so much potential
my head is zinging 
new 
New 
NEW
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there are still some lokta squares available
should you care to have your own
(see the prior post)