from the earth to the earth

 

 

she can finish things

because of frequent occurrences of this...

  

and with regards to this (thanks smockshop!)

here are... results! it has happened, handicrafts. for real.

 

 

 

 

(with the obvious help of a professional photographer, a high-tech camera and an aesthetically pleasing backdrop...)

bring it on flying tempera!

bring it on small boogery hands!

bring it on juice stains!

bring it on school-dog-constantly-rolling-in-dead-maggoty-fox-kit!

my smock and is totally ready!

on softness

   

getting back into the swing of the Collecting. this is an unofficial and ongoing project that documents nothing whatsoever, and everything at once. at times it is sheaf of tickets and lists fastened into the sketchbook, at other times something more deliberate and opaque.

reading this lately and it's been changing me in delightful and deep ways.

Judith Lasater is interested in living through a yoga practice whose sanskrit yoga is meant to convey a 'sense of wholeness,' and not, necessarily, the bodywork we associate with the word. as this alternate definition of yoga is unpacked, Lasater has neat spaces carved out around unruly words like "discipline," and "detachment," which are words that tend to me make squeamish. however, as with the ayurvedic equation of seeking balance by adding to life instead of restraining it, Lasater navigates through the weedy rushes of the concepts with similarly holistic ideas. part of what appeals to me about her direction is the simple comfort of knowing there are others in the world whose fiercest Life intentions become bedraggled, dull and ragged when they are all in flight together. this kind of knotwork, she says, can be resolved through ideas of detachment and discipline.

discipline, she opines, embodies intention and commitment, no necessarily accomplishment. "practice is discipline in action...discipline is doing what is possible with consistency..." and is not necessarily task-oriented behavior.

the room is a bell to me when i read this in failing twilight last evening, every object is resonant with the simplicity of this revelation.

she continues, "when you notice that you are pushing yourself to complete a task, soften and be merciful with yourself."

soften? and be merciful?? with yourself???

this must be that kind of Buddhist detachment that gets swung around in misty philosophical conversations, the idea of viewing yourself, momentarily, from the third person. observing yourself by yourself. for if it is possible to be soft and merciful with yourself, then it follows that such constraint and heavy loads are strapped to our bent backs, for back of a better phrase, on purpose.

on a totally different note, the kids at my school are learning about aboriginal artwork and the concept of self-portraiture. particularly, they are learning about a departure from realism and representationalism- painting the way things feel not the way they appear. to manifest this in person, they are being traced, life-size, on a butcher paper and painted in. clearly this does not present the problem that arises in adults- struggling to relinquish control over aesthetics and to engage in a purely sensory experience of art-making.

 

   

before the discussion about representation in art-making constraint abounded. a glut of self-doubt prevailed. there was discomfort with the medium, the tools and yawning chasm of between the imagined (an idea in the head) and the realized (that idea projected onto the page). but when it was made clear that the goal was simply enjoying the markmaking it was universal epiphany. a crackling and brilliant thing. i think this is the kind of merciful softness we strive to pull around us when we approach the abyss, seemingly the results are ravishing.

                : :

is this where we live, in this place, at this moment, with the air so light and wild?

                      --A.D

divine intervention. kinda.

some bodily tension these days. maybe energetic tension also. a funny time to feel out of kilter with the swell and blush of the land. the best i can liken it to is walking with someone in perfect stride and then losing it, bumping clumsily along, feet flapping at the wrong intervals and resorting, finally, to the small lunging limp that brings you back into the rhythm.

although this is a little flawed too, as the kind of energetic seaming up with the natural world has no objective mirror- you can't make your spine into water and flow uphill as a herd of deer can, or splice your sinews into the green and upturned palms up new leaves, letting the wind at you. you can only stand in the blowing light, feel out how your vertebrae stack like stones and lean in a hopeful direction hoping balance will still you.

ayurveda has much to say about this. (and there are too many places to read and take notes and consider tea blends to list here. but i will say this has helped some and the local library, obviously.) ayurveda's stance (in a highly watered down and weak reiteration) is that everything we consume nourishes not only our bones and blood but our cadence with the larger world as well. those parts of us out of whack or exaggerated need not be banished from routine but supplemented with their opposites- warm and soothing food and practices for the frazzled and chilled, light and invigorating foods and routines for the overheated and internally slowed. to embrace our individual circuitry and nourish the atrophied parts instead of focusing on their negativity is, for me, a moment of divine logic. too simple to have even considered and so completely reasonable.it is an interesting theory because its tenants are not focused on curing or fixing but on balancing and most of us could stand to imbibe at least more of that on a regular basis.

anyway, the way the days pan out is under some self scrutiny. i am trying filter my systems of nourishment, to cultivate some gentle but encouraging shifts.

there has been so much of this




about which i feel strongly- whole things, without judgment, sometimes a rash of butter is necessary. but there has certainly not (until recently) been enough of this


which is also necessary and vital but not at the complete absence of the above.so ayurveda.

not a cure-all, not the Next Big Thing, but a luminous model. supplement nourishment with nourishment and above all listen to what your body is thirsty for. the Western mind struggles with this and, i think, that is precisely why a call into balance in the name of restoration is vital. plus, it's spring! watch and learn, right?

rabbits

rabbit rabbit rabbit!

  

(rabbit)

happy first of May!

Joe, one of our three classroom bunnies, apparently knew today was a day to pose coyly in the art room - after shocking me slightly upon arriving, still bleary with sleep, when i came into the rouse the lights and put down the chairs.

important sister birthdays and other things to be grateful for- like buds and rainclouds which we are not usually so fortunate to see in the mountains.

 

   

(Daryl choosing the most attractive prop to stand next to, clearly indicating the subject of this picture- the slow patch of thrilling green  in the aspen glades up high that has made it to us at last! leaves all round to follow i hope) 

some fits of green on the morning walk replete with glacier lilies (too shy to make it into the camera) whose startling  fragility and brightness thicken the floors of newly thawed hillsides and are gone within a week. you have to be out, always out, with your eyes open because mountain spring will melt fast down into summer if you aren't.

at last

 

 

 

because, at last!, spring permits us to bare our thirsty skin to broad swathes of morning sunlight,  it is imperative to wrangle the kitchen into lunacy and to present to the gleaming world the first over the top breakfast of the season.

homemade ricotta for ricotta and meyer lemon pancakes (adapted from Nigel Slater about whom i've gushed previously), a slow cooked burbling potful of strawberry and rhubarb cooked down with coriander seeds and a spoonful of brown sugar, lacy uncured bacon and the old standby: plain whole milk yogurt, chia, hemp and some new sprouted granola which is life changing!

cheers spring!

going, coming

 

 so there has been traveling. down South and out west. to see the coast, the moss fields, the prehistoric dirt of time too broad and wide to fathom. ultimately, these 'vacations' have been exercises in coming to terms with the humbling the Larger world will slam down on a person.

there are kinds of emptiness, kinds of Wildness, and the palette of the empty places thrills through the smallness of humanity fueling all kinds of new unsung words, praises and songs.

too there have been glorious visits in exquisitely green places with exquisitely beautiful and talented friends which is a balm on any weary traveler braving the tarmac or the endless highway.

there were profound moments of sloth and sun soaking...

 

 

...and feasting of course

 

all in all, highly restorative. good to come, good to return. a person can be so lucky with even a limp and mostly empty backpack and tireless walking feet.