i have a ….. a……hmmmm. I have a human being. I could say i have a friend. but that's not enough. I could say i have a "sister". That would be closer, but would give a certain tilt to it that might not be what it is. So…i'll say, i have a human being to whom i am Close. She lives in a suburb of Detroit, Michigan. She is a poet, a Writer of all Manner of Things, an Artist, a Maker of Cloth Beings that she calls the Grandmothers, and then cloth figures about Jubilation. She is a Performance Artist. But most of all, she is a Lover of humanity, a Master of the Unconditional.
and it turns out, she is a Lurker.
This is her. All around dangling, are the Grandmothers. Sparrow. I got a phone call from her today out of the blue, which is how we do it, Out of the Blue. I know her and she knows me because some almost 20 years ago now, someone we both know said we should know each other. So i think it went that i wrote a letter and she answered. Twenty years almost now. We have as yet to stand face to face. We have become what we have become to one another by the United States Postal Service. We write letters. and then, sometimes there is telephone. She does not have a computer. But today she called and knew things and told me that she is a
Lurker.
she reads this Thing here. This blog. On her phone. She reads Windthread on her phone. !!!!
She told me this and she also told me to remember that Nothing. Nothing is only what it appears to be in any single moment.
and this has HUGE meaning to me. Because she and Maureen and maybe Sandy are the only human beings who i know of that come here from my other life. Not because i have kept it seperate, secret somehow, but because they just don't. For whatever reason. But it has made a huge difference to this day, that i know she is There, reading, looking. HUGE. very HUGE.
i think they are finished. I see none of them today. I will look again tomorrow to be sure.
Garlic Chives are blooming
rummaging through the scraps i found this. Took off the lizard. This….is somehow IT. But i don't know how to "pull it in".
so i took it off. Did This, which is also "true".
but, This. somehow, This is just what it Is….August. so i look. and as i look here, it occurs to me that maybe somehow there could be both?????
ADDENDUM. next morning, 8/22….because of Yvette's very good and important comment… i realized i'd done it Again….just set down a thought without really thinking….and i need to say that those words were not her words, Sparrow's words, but what i came away with from our exchange of words. It's hard sometimes to want to hold a thought/an image on the day it Came because this IS a journal, but also remember that without context, it might not make any sense at all, or/and make sense in the way i am experiencing it.
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