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How something so HUGE can dissolve, disappear as if it never happened. Addendum.

This really has me thinking.  

but in this moment,  i find self not wanting to think at all.   I was just Out,  looking around.  it's almost Evening.   or 

it might be Evening, by the clock.   Sun tho is still strong and moving slow.  That Rim,  waiting.    As i was Out,  i was taken by the urge to lie down.   Having watched and listened to the link that Patricia sent the other day.  Grounding.  Earthing.  

so i lay down.  right where i was.   just in front of the cold frame,  near the Apricot Tree.  the earth there is packed hard,  it felt good on my hips,  my spine.    i stretched my arms out, horizontally from my body,   legs spread,  DiVinci style.    Tomorrow night is Full Moon.  Maybe i will go Out

naked.

even if it's a little cold.   even if.  and if it's just for a short while.   maybe tomorrow i will lay down on my stomach.  my Front side.   my forehead to Earth.  

On the website i found,  Resilience.org,  today an article called:  Can the Soil Save Us from Climate Change?  by Brie Mazurek   ………….  Which speaks to the book that came out in April,  The Soil Will Save Us by Kristin Ohlson.    Can it?

 

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Work Away day,  so only this much.

 

But Not.

It's late..nine something., late for Us….but they are Out There.  their hooves clicking and clacking away, so i went out and in, With Them and they are so Funny.  So Full of Themselves…flying this way and that,  here and there and it's not EVEN the Full Moon.  So…i let them lead me.  i let them

show me stuff.

Goats.  Doe Goats.  i learn.  Silly.  i learn Silly.

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15 responses to “How something so HUGE can dissolve, disappear as if it never happened. Addendum.”

  1. Michele BadAye Avatar
    Michele BadAye

    Oooh that archway… traveling beyond. Movement.
    Magical.
    Years ago I used to sneak out the house into the backyard barefoot under the night sky. Especially on FULL moons. Dig my toes in the sandy dirt. Had a big tree I used to silently cry to.

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  2. grace Avatar
    grace

    Trees can receive Anything we Need to give them. This I know.
    Tomorrow is the Full Moon.
    We don’t need to be little girls to go Out.
    We can go Out as grown women, in your case,
    as
    kind of Old Women as in mine.
    We can go out…tell the Trees.

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  3. grace Avatar
    grace

    i have missed you.
    am Glad
    you are back.
    Pink Floyd. Crazy Diamond.

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  4. Valerianna Avatar
    Valerianna

    When I gather young women to do ritual and mentoring work, I make sure they know about putting belly on Earth. The last time I did this in the moss garden, they were amazed at how good it felt, how expansive, how healing. Its powerful medicine, and belly-button on Earth is VERY good when we feel lost, alone or whatever. Can’t really imagine doing it on hard dirt, being so woven in to the mossy, soft and spongy forest here!

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  5. grace Avatar
    grace

    there is sand. Out Back. and maybe that’s where i’ll go.
    but yes.
    Umbilical to Earth.
    yes. not just something we do for intellect, for the cause
    of looking for some kind of meaning,
    but for CONNECTION to the Energetics of the Planet Earth.
    that are Real and There and Free over and over and over and over again…FREE. Given. just Given.

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  6. Joan@CopperCreekers Avatar
    Joan@CopperCreekers

    your moon looks like full moons after a rain and her light is shining thru the veil of clouds. i really love the feel of this piece i guess because i’m a cancer and water and moon resonates with in me.

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  7. grace Avatar
    grace

    i have cancer children. water/moon.
    here we have the ascecias….the ditches…that irrigate
    in man’s way the fields that feed the animals. mostly now animals. alfalfa.
    and there is the Rio Grande who is not so much Grande, the Chama.
    Rivers.
    and as a child i lived completely and totally, Down.,,,,
    Down the hill at the creek.
    i know water. Not so much, here, a desert. but i do
    know water. it still runs in me.
    and i know the water that i Give. here. in like small
    rivers., pools. the water i give.
    Water.
    yup.

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  8. Michelle in NYC Avatar
    Michelle in NYC

    I’m just back from my pre-operation visit at the amazing Cornell-Wilde (spelling?) Medical “City” (Center really). My friend Dennis has bypass heart surgery in the morning! Whew…He is being monitored by at least three machines and is attached to lifelines attached to just about everywhere in and on his body–whew–the nurses are sweet and young (it’s a teaching college too). Leaving, I took time over the architecture. The old building built here in the 1900s is encased in the massive newer glass and steel mega-structure. I read the names on stone columns inside the lobby and recognized fame and money in some of them….notable Victorians all. Outside a low white perfect egg moon made me think of cloth, and the very old trees scattered their frond like leaves like a scrim over the scene. The candle I lit for him yesterday is still burning and will be till past noon tomorrow–your cloth is becoming more and more elemental…and I love the thought of you learning silly.

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  9. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    Soil of a different kind yesterday – our local weather reports told of a cold front moving in with snow in higher elevations, potential for freeze, etc. We couldn’t see much snow on the Sandia mountains from our back yard yesterday so off we went, about 50 miles from here, to the Sandia side of Cibola National Forest and they weren’t kidding when they said snow. Covered trees, rocks, cliffs, and it was so refreshing, still, quiet, crisp air yet a bit daunting due to the low hanging fog. I needed to hold some in my hand so I did and watched it melt from the heat of my hand.
    When I got back home, I thought about the melting snow as I read the article that grace mentions from Resilience.org Compost as a way of carbon farming. Article is centered in California, and examples cited were from before the paralyzing drought that is being currently faced. I have a very simple question: compost takes water to get started and water to maintain: where do you get it on such a massive scale to do the kind of “carbon” farming that is referenced in this article in a drought land ?

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  10. Joan@CopperCreekers Avatar
    Joan@CopperCreekers

    i can tell you know water 🙂 your home is turning into a small oasis in many ways. in all ways your nurturing shows. from your neighbor, the goats, cloth and each and every creature/being that you come in contact with is respected and nurtured by your Spirit.

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  11. beth Avatar
    beth

    I look forward to hearing your thoughts when you read this book. I need to feel that something can save us. I am filled with wonder at the thought of Marti holding snow in May. I have a cauldron of windfall, rain, and cloth–several inches of rainwater. The oak “flowers” stain the road beneath them, so I thought–why not… I had thought to let it warm by solar but it is very cool for a few days. And very wet.
    With a dollop of silly on top. Smiling.

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  12. jude Avatar
    jude

    we learn from the beast

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  13. Saskia Van Herwaarden Avatar
    Saskia Van Herwaarden

    did you? lie on your belly in the full moon? and if yes, how was it?

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  14. Michele BadAye Avatar
    Michele BadAye

    Oh no, I think I wrote that wrong. This was in ’98 or so. I was sneaking out from my kiddies. 🙂 Yes I have much gratitude for That Tree. I still have a branch from it in storage. Walking out to go to work one night, I was greeted by a scorpion. Now I am scared. hahahahaha
    And have missed YOU Miss Grace. And now that I am here, I realize just HOW MUCH.

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  15. grace Avatar
    grace

    well…here we Are., yes?

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