More thought feldgangs. Not all days are sharp. Sometimes you are given dull steel and you whet it as best you can, knowing fully that the edge won’t keep.

Thought feldgangs: 1/30/2022

A muddle today:

FIRST:

Released. What? Dove? Dead cardinals with broken necks? Fly cardinal, fly. Release. A spring. From the cold wretched sociopath nearby.

SECOND:

Trails. Trailing. Blazing trails not walking behind my betters picking up their leavings. For 11 minutes this is my thought, I create my own wake, my own fire and smoke.

THIRD:

The new coffee grinder, a slow pure grist and whet.

FOURTH:

Buckwheat in a grain grinder.

FIFTH:

Really simple freezer at Costco now, $400.

SIXTH:

Project: pasture renovation.

SEVENTH:

How I would love to talk with and walk the hills and hollars. Get to know them like I never have for the last 30+ years. How do I have this conversation? I started this recently with walks through ice storm downed trees with dogs on leashes. Crazy.

EIGHTH:

Friends in the outback on the other side of planet. Desert. Summer. Desert summer.Extremes. Native folk with intact local and universal knowing unlike here where no one remains from the beginning.

NINTH:

A poem start from my daybook

I am always looking up words
“Tidy” for example.
I open the paper pool and dive in.
Random? No. It’s always between A and Z.
“Summary”. No. Deeper.
“Vitiate”. No. Too deep.
Back to “thrash” then farther to “time”.
Usually I can’t ride that arrow back,
but here I can,back a tick to “tidy”
page 807
a room so tidy, neat, kept and spruce,
paired with “up” but never “down”,
an epithet of commendation…
Damn,
now I can’t remember
why o why I dove in here.
perhaps,like the phrase “in and of itself”,
my tidy search
in no way, shape, or form
has extrinsic meaning in and of itself.