Big Rain. Coudn't get enough of it. I was outside when it started I love that. The change in the air, the heaviness of it. The sound from a distance, the smell. The rumble. A few drops, then run for cover, or in this case not. And then the steadiness of it. How quickly the cloth on my back became soaked. I need to dye some more indigo thread because it was in my pocket and I used it all to tie the tall flowers to the tall stakes right before the downpour. And this continued all day. All day.
a small cloth
Earth Hope, another cabin. On the porch listening to rain.
a little thought catching
Then wait a bit.
I’m longing for rain! It hasn’t rained here for weeks! Never thought I would say this.
Small dreams is indeed the best way to achieve something.
Love Earth Hope. We need hope.
Hey you! I know what you mean, drought and wildfire warnings, here in New York!
I guess we always have hope, dreams seem built in somehow. An interesting part of human nature.
Rain… so quenching when so drenching! Glad you are getting some. I am in MN and rain is Needed! We are experiencing heavy smoke from Ontario. I have been enjoying your weaving!
we really needed it, for the earth and the air.
Rain..feels cool just looking at your pic..Yes..here,waiting for the monsoons to come…soon enough i hope.
Your earth cabin…just quietens something down…each piece added on just makes it all feel so whole and like the pieces have found a home altogether for a long , long time…
Your poem is the simple truth.
As it happens
Beautiful, Jude.
Thank you for the calm I feel while reading/looking at this.🤎🩵
I love the rain…
love all the cabins, but THIS… feels like a cozy cob house, with a large earthen heart(h)… a loom in the corner ‘n weavings on the wall. a 70s vibe. small dreams grow gently…
I love how they become places…
A weaving of rain and air, and of fact and thought. <3
That rain looked like a warp.
Love your Poem and Earth Cloth and RAIN…the freedom of being out and going back in when ready…and I love, love coming here this morning where a very real person (you)…well, and ‘people’ (ragmates commenting) reside.
Real, good life. Thank you for the feels goods this morning.
Why do we run from rain was my question. Such a strange habit …
One of my favorite childhood memories is walking home for several miles in the rain, when my expected ride didn’t turn up. When I was nearly home my shoes were so soaked, I took them off and walked barefoot through the mud puddles. It was an exquisite feeling.
When I was in Art School in NYC, I walked 30 blocks in the pouring rain, without shoes. It was so great.
I don’t know, but our first vacation together, Santa Barbara, CA…it poured. We walked all up and down State Street…darting in and out of the shops and laughing. Such a good memory – the fun of it, of not letting the rain stop us. 🙂
Rain is just great, brings back many memories. And mud, mud is great.
I love this… Love that this is what I start my day thinking about.
it’s a great place to be
Rain! Nothing more cleansing and renewing than a Springsummer Rain! Breathe it in, feel its healing wash over you and the Earth, sharing that renewal! Lovely earthen cloth, Jude.
and now the smell of wet earth. delicious.
I like the “thought seeds” emanating from the Center. Also wonderful raindrops caught mid-air.
it was some beautiful rain. great for thinking.