windthread

i got up at around 3am to pee.  decided to just stay up.  made coffee, turned on the magic screen and looked around.  went to Dee Mallon's blog and stayed there a long time.  looking, thinking. looking some more.  and then around a little more through the second cup of coffee.  it was only 4:30am.  and since the day today belongs to me, ie no going anywhere to work except to feed a cat,  i went back to bed.  i lay there in the wonderfully raspy white sheets, my cheek on the wonderfully raspy pillow case and then i dreamed.  i'll tell it as i wrote it down when i woke.  not necessarily in the order dreamed:

a place.  Many women.  some men and children too, but the women were who i was most aware of.  there was a getting ready for some big event that would take place soon.  everyone was involved.  Everyone was doing something different and off and on a woman would begin to sing and others would add their voices.  it was not a song.  but melodic. this happened on and off and i was caught by it's spontaneous beauty….just sounds, really.  This taking place in a very large space with high Large Open Windows…shelves leading to them above a kitchen counter that had several sinks and a vast counterspace.  food was being prepared.   Everyone was living there, for a while, and the for a while was important, but it also was inconsequential.  but noted.  so….   It was a little more than a little chaotic..maybe like the Old Folks Home at lunch time..Bizzy.  and had the kind of same quality of people of All Kinds, in one place…all with singular and really, unrelated minds but all somehow very much Together….a Part of a Very Large Doing.  Someone was stir frying on a huge fryingpan, like maybe 3 to 4 feet across….long long handle and i am vacuuming the floor around her feet, inbetween the feet of so many others, the floor is covered with some kind of intense woven fiber and i'm happily vacuuming and one of the women says in kind of a crunchy way…What are you doing THAT for, and i respond "because i like it" and everything gets ok and good.  but i quit, halfway finished, happy that half is clean and the rest is messy with bits of grass and twigs. i notice and like the contrast.  and this house/place is a combination of inside/outside…this kitchen room, huge, remember? to the right extends out under some trees and there is a great wooden octagonal kind of picnic table.  and who i identified as Ulrika is there.  she is going through some magazines and books and i go sit next to her and she says wait a minute, there's more and goes off to come back with an armload of publications, like the fiber mags i have that are so old and she begins showing me and is very excited…all these things are forming into idea for her of something she wants to create, something about coiled containers with things IN them but before we get to the part of what will be IN them, 

the Goats woke me.

and i thought….OF COURSE!  why do i not already Understand that to the degree it needs to be Understood!!!!   about the blogging thoughts.  a large part of it is the COMMUNITY.  we say that with words, but suddenly i really had some other kind of understanding.  that it is this Organic thing with a pulse.  with a heart beat.  and when i blog whatever it is that i put here, i am doing my part for the heartbeat of the whole.  and this awareness was STRONG and DIFFERENT.  and it's like the Forum of the What If.  it truly is a living organism in it's wholeness, but made of many many autonomous parts, but all for the wellbeing of the Whole and oh, wow.  eeeeeee.  i Got it!….. SO who cares what my small self thinks i might or might not be doing here…it's just my part.  just my small part.  but it IS my part.  and i need to continue.

Grin!

and there was maybe going to be some company today and i thought about cleaning up the table but …. NO.  i need it this way to find my way with a cloth.  so…i didn't.

about Cycles.  Migration.  Trust in that.

and while stitching, i knew it would be ok now to plant.  so …there are maybe 2 hours still.  Seeds to put in.  it's time.

and i almost forgot.  i am on cat duty at Allen's again.  on the way back, they were trimming a tree.  i asked what they were going to do with these branches/twigs.  so…here they are.  dumped outside the back fence.  i loaded some up to take in to the Goat pens but the rest here, i'll drag in, little by little in the next couple days to the Way Back.  they are elm and the little green seeds thingys will be a delicacy.  the branches, if nothing else, Fun.  i gave Buckwheat some big ones and his eyes went all wild.  he WHIPPED them around with his horns…throwing them this way and that…now he's all tired and resting, looking at his stack of stuff.  Goats like different stuff.