a medium pitch buzzing sound when i try to download pics from picasa. Usually it stops in a short time. i just turn off the computer for a while. Tonight, it kept up. So i just went to lay down in my beloved bed. But found self
waiting.
and here i am. Creature of habit, wanting to finish off this day, as i do.
back to the Mallow of yesterday. Today, i looked. Saw how it is the Year of the Mallow, evidently. It is Strong, and coming up everywhere. So take note of that. Not knowing Why…but taking note.
Spent the day Bare Foot. Foot palms to the Earth. Walking the Rim. Ordinarily, i refer to the Rim as the western horizon because that is what i can see as the edge of the planet unimpeded. But today, i focused on the fact that really, I am on the rim. There is nothing between me and Sky. I am on the Rim, as i go about the day. The very edge. Bare Foot.
and i took a pic of this Plant Person…over in front of the Albatros. I keep walking around it, noticing it. But today took the pic. Might be Milkweed? There was an urge to spray it to make it more clear, but the water would also excite any of the GoatHeads that are lying there, waiting for water and i don't want to do that. So, a dusty vague image.
Sunday: Goatheads are little spikey seeds that are of Puncturevine, Tribulis terrestris L. which can lay dormant 4-5 years but receiving just the most small amount of water….Grow. the seeds look exactly like goat heads.
Wild Rose blooms
and a second Altar. right now only that Mother of Thousands plant that i didn't want but was given even tho i said i didn't want it. and i brought in a pot to put Dill in. And the scurs of Goat. For now, just these.
Sunday:…i forgot to say the rock that i got in Magdalena. this too. it was first, before the scurs.
and over it, just to the right so many bells
and here, my most loved shirt. well, probably, not exactly sure, most loved. But close enough. Plenty here for more Butterflies. Plenty. I wore this shirt forever. But now, i don't seem to wear anything that……well, …..attracts attention. I go incognito. So, tho it is the most magnificant shirt, it can become Butterflies.
I took out another stenographers notebook. Thinking i will use it to record stuff of the Planet, the Earth here. Because of that buzzing sound. In case. In case the computer blows up. But then i think….Why? Does it really matter? Thinking.
I looked everywhere i could think of today for Word of the Planet. like word of the Planet TODAY. No news. it's all from last year at best.
There is this Indescribable Love and a Great Great Sorrow. a Tangle. This is what i Live.
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