windthread

Back to thoughts of last night

Repeat   continue   repeat

Continue and complete

The girl in the blue shirt,  table here,  lingering 

Emrie draws.   Drawing pencils  colored pencils

Deb,  that even tho Nepal,  the colors are the colors

Both. Are.   Still

We share the Moon,  here and Nepal

Breathe with clouds

How first I knew of his thinking

Nancy will put a link in a comment to a utube…listen to mullien

“In which the author positions himself

I have spent more than a half century as an activist for Earth and for sustainable human habitation of our home.  My education has been as broad as i could make it for I had a feeling, even at the beginning, that only a holistic, multidisciplinary training could possibly give me the foundation necessary to do the work that I felt called to do.  I had no idea, as none of us do,  of what I was getting myself into.  I suppose if any of us did,  none of us would ever do anything.

My education, and the real world training it demanded, ha s involved decades of study and experiential exploration in fields as diverse as tree ecology and communication,  contemplative spirituality,  plant movement patterns and function in ecological space,  human psychology, Gaian emergence and behavior, death and dying,  indigenous land relationships, a wide range of psychotherapeutic techniques (including years of my own psychotherapy and work as a psychotherapist),  the function of plant chemicals in ecological homeodynamis, animism, decades of work and training in rehabilitating broken homes,  the nature of language, and meaning,  the art of storytelling,  symbiotic relationships in eclogical systems,  the long term history of widely divergent human cultures”  ….. and it continues, 3 times more

I cannot put it all here,  the Goats need to be fed

I think from the tongue drum

Persistence. 

The (almost) Everything table

During the time of covid we got used to being together outside

There was that kind of fiberglass table with 3 benches that worked some but also didn’t and aesthetically,  for me, did not.  I began to stubbornly want one like this..old fashioned,  wood.  When I moved here to the little house, the 3rd bench fell off. Perfect timing.  When my son was here,  without any conversation,  he ordered one. There was waiting but today…..and the first everything…the spiral log cabin that Faith taught me that has been sitting folded for more than a year for lack of flat space.  It can happen now.  Tomorrow tho will be prepping for the Elote sauce, zesting limes, mincing cilantro and garlic. 

This is what they want to do.  Sometimes it works.

This photograph is not mine, belongs to one of US,  please forgive

Her trip went just as she had hoped and coming home is all she wanted.  All is Well.