in salida
there wee hints of rains
that swept over
there were rooftops
a reminder "we are here" on the hill
across the river from town
and how really dry this high desert is
this place, richard's old shop
i went into every day
and worked
and i just made samples
and samples
and journaled
i would see this early
and be reminded
and cook up a few plants
in roberta's pots
tragically stained
origami book
rice grass
more samples
shop door
another shop door
habu paper and silk
moroshifu
i made a new stump loom
or two
susan's yard/garden
terraphilia guesthouse
and here.
~~~
i'm settling back into the north
at first my skin was grateful
and i have also
packed my classroom and my office for a move.
mowed the grass twice!
caught up on sleep
rejoiced in the lightning bugs
have been tickless (so far)
seen friends and heard the news
that diary page above
is now thread
waiting to be woven.
i was without my macbook
for three days,
so i've been a little quiet here.
but i'm back!
