this is last eve. it happens this way sometimes…there was no tweaking of the pic…it's just how it was
and so early this morning,
this one of Jude's…Jude Hill, Spirit Cloth
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22 responses to “oddly, the light feels so loving in the cold days…”
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such lovely light, and rocking chairs indoors and out, how wonderful!(it is always nice to see how&where you live)
and she’s in a dream-like place tooLikeLike
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where and how, yes…just as i so much love your blog, that being
one reasonLikeLike
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My favorite skies come during the cold days, mostly in November. I am often driving on my home commute whooping and whooing and the astonishing skies. Your light is lovely – inner and outer!
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i often think i’d like to be a scientist…to understand
things like light…how season causes this change…it’s
not clouds, it’s something else.
the colors here are not common, but they do happen.
yes. i love driving and whooping. really loud. a good
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Dear Grace, how beautiful and golden everything looks. When I first discovered Jude’s blog and then yours I felt I was home; I have said that many times. Having had to be away I can now see the downside – others go on and you (meaning me)get left behind and it is like looking into a window full of beautiful things and lovely people but you can’t understand what they are saying. I am sitting here looking out at my scarlet bougainvillea and feeling bereft, filled with some kind of deep sadness that I only vaguely understand. I signed up to Spirit Diaries and so far have not been able to join in – would you recommend just starting at the beginning in September or just diving in now? Jude is no doubt way too busy getting by to answer that. Dear Grace I miss you very much.
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~Robyn~ oh. you had asked me a question the other day
about the Goats, about how it felt now that some did Go.
i didn’t answer. i didn’t answer because it was a big
question and in thinking about it, i realized that i am
never specific about living with the Goats, that i very much generalize and thought that i really DON’T want
to continue doing that. that if i am going to include
the Goats here, i need to do it in a more, uh, consciencous way. so i was thinking about this, a gift,
really, that your question gave me.
you are such a vivid writer…looking out
at your scarlet bougainvillea and feeling bereft…..vague deep sadness…
it’s interesting, that to me you were just
away
i knew that so many things were going on in your people
world that you would need to be There, so i just felt
like you would return when possible. not gone, really at
all, just temporarily away, to soon return.
so dear You, Jude just isn’t able to be with us either…
in a similar way. and as i type that, i wonder how that
feels to her? to be in fact There, where she always is
but unable to participate…interesing…..so you bring
up yet another important thought of a different twist…
Just DIVE IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOR SURE. yes…dive in.
Continue from here. . that dot.
i repeat so much that you would see you haven’t missed
anything, really. it’s such a circling circling around.
and i am GLAD you can be back now…, Happy, so…let’s
just Go…is that ok??????
BIG RETURNING LOVE,LikeLike
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Yes, yes and yes she said!
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I dont know why Grace, but I cant get past that “she” is now faceless…the spirit that embodied her, embodied the cloth … it has all changed. Makes me feel all at sea (I think many of us are feeling like that at the moment…)
Jacky xoxLikeLike
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read Nadia’s comment at diaries but had to come back here to see the whole w/o the face. it’s different. the message is different, the focus is different. feels like a shift from micro to macro–from cellular to universal–the “as above, so below” image. both are wonderful. i remember once Jude placed something under an image and it was hidden but still there. i liked that.
your words to Robyn are wonderful and helped me as well. and i second her response. YESLikeLike
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I, like Robyn, found you through Jude, and yes it was like comming home. Like meeting a friend that had been away for far too long. I begin each day with you both. Regarding your post of 11/8 I would like permission (first) to repost the beautiful quote, and (second) to credit the proper author. May I do that? Thank you for your lovely pics, beautiful works and heartfelt words……
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this is right, then. because the energy of the cloth
did/has changed. the face now will be in response to
the rest. outward to inward instead in inward in response. i don’t know yet.LikeLike
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i wrote that to Jacky before reading this…and yes.
you see it too. good.
it IS some disconcerting in the moment but it
will be good and ok.LikeLike
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the quote and yes…the beautiful quote…is just from
listening to the
On Being
Krista Tippet interview with Joanna Macy A Wild Love for
the World. you can google On Being and it will be there
for you. i would hope you would listen to the whole
interview…it is extraordinary.
i did not have/ask for permission to quote Macy here…
so that would be up to you…and you maybe should check
there to be sure i have it quoted exactly right….
so…
and thank you…for your encouraging words. i hope you
will feel at home here. you are Welcome all the time.LikeLike
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i am here, though weary without words, nice to be here in the glow.
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and i am unbelievably Glad. Weary. Without words.
Time will tell you how to tell Us.
The glow is for you.
oh such gratitude for it all….
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oh grace, love, love love
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manya…you are always in my heart, so so good
to see you here in this moment…
so good.LikeLike
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aaaarrrrkkk….aaarrrrrkkkk…..aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrkkkkkk…. this is such a beautiful thread
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Mo. hard to believe. but just a
fact.
yesterday
the crow
that i have been calling out to, actually, yelling at as it
passes over on it’s way elsewhere daily,
i heard the aarrkk
CLOSE
and with pounding heart, went to look, and yes. unbelievably, yes.
on the dead still strong standing russian olive, just maybe 4ft
from the window…
and i flung open the door and yelled something in happiness and
it
looked at me…eye contact….
then the sound of wind lifting wings. Wrfff Wrfff Wrfff, it lifed off. once they come, they will come again.
even though the tree is too small.LikeLike
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she is lovely, a new spirit–felt also by the crow, perhaps? amazing light, perfect moments
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rrrrhcckkkkrrrrrhhccckkk rrrrrrhhhkkkkccckkk y’know that little low chuckling sound they make to their young ones when all is well with the world
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that glow that rose tinged everything–I saw it in Utah too where I ‘escaped’ to mountains up four thousand feet after three days of cold dark here. I will post those pictures today sometime…the color seeped into me radiating heat.
I’ve not taken cloth out of it’s safe bundle yet. Eve did not travel with me after all…she stayed here for the whole epic storm, stronger than me in her way.
Your cloth shifts with the light, is lit from within, like you.LikeLike
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