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the Time of Year,  the point on the Circle where morning glories appear where they Will.  Small, singular blooms…here.  there.  just going.

 

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this is a bone from under a railroad tressel(le) with some kind of tar dripped on it.  They are common.  From cattle that have free ranged over the railroad tracks and met an untimely (?) end.  There are two here.  Once on the bucks fence and one i put, this one,  on the migratory corrider of the Doe Goats.  Tay has taken this one down twice.  This morning, she sat carefully on the porch with it for the second time.  She could have chewed it.  She didn't.  She simply took it off the 5ft T post and brought it to the porch.   ok.

Judith of N. Cal emailed me today.  She said:  go to Terri Windlings blog.  On 9-9 read the blessing of John ODonahue.   Go back to 9-8 and listen to the music video a while then,  go to 9-5 and read the entire post.

I did as she said.  yes.  i did.  and ok.   and just after that,  i clicked the inbox and there was a thing from typepad notification from Cindy/Handstories that said:  "something shifted with this one".  and i accepted that as a SIGN,  then only to find out that she was referring to her own blog, her own work,….NOT to my Breather.  But still.  a sign.  and ok.

I keep looking at the dog.  and thinking about walking her on a leash around,  but really,  what i want to do is take her to the Canyon.  I need to find out the status of the rattle snakes now.  But that's where i want to go with her.  off leash.  

i am thinking about domestic and non.  that line.  between.  i am thinking,  have been thinking,  about how i have, give or take,  10 year spans in my …….head.   How everything wants SHIFT about every 10 years or so…since i was 17 years old.   I have been thinking about this for a while but have not wanted to deal with it.  Or, deal with it Aloud.  But it's Pushing me.  So ok.  ok.

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just as i was thinking about compromising the BREATHER….making her BREATHING more  acceptable,  more …comfortable,  i saw how somehow the breath had created an arc over them.  I hadn't noticed it before.  There it is.  ok.  and ok.  go.  ok.

 

 

 

 

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25 responses to “ok”

  1. Jan Avatar
    Jan

    living with discomfort. so important to be able to do while awaiting relief. . . . .a lot of discomfort of late. . .trusting relief to come. . .hope you and Tay get to the canyon. . .free of snakes. . . .on leash and off. . . . .

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  2. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    living with discomfort is a good thing, i’m thinking…it keeps us on the Edge where stuff can happen. Comfort, while a Relief, is so temporary. it’s the
    discomfort…and
    really,
    What IS
    the discomfort?????
    What IS it? Change? the unKnown?, different?, what IS it…that discomfort??? but it always pushes us. Pushes us. really, gently, really, into something we don’t know. And i am thinking tonight after spending time with Goats and Tay
    Dog and Tay dog with Goats that the Unknown is where i need to set up camp. Need to set up camp in the Unknown. it’s what/where i love.

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  3. Jan Avatar
    Jan

    so. I have always tended to agree with you on Change. Unknown. yet it hasn’t felt very gentle for a long time. have framed pain as discomfort. . .in order to enable the shift in myself. but when it goes on and on without an end in sight? all my bearings are being stretched and repositioned, it seems. we sometimes move into the realm of trauma and must learn again how to trust change. . .trust gentleness. I need to set up camp in the safety of Rest.

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  4. handstories Avatar
    handstories

    I think shifts are happening all over the place, especially for those who are paying attention. connections and messages to each other without even knowing we’re sending, all the time. just starting to grasp the edge of the layer underneath what we have been told we know. the energy, it’s breathing, too. a breath of shelter? I’m not sure what I’m trying to say, or how to say it, I’m tired, but am feeling much.

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  5. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    Tay has a good eye and a fine sensibility of what’s important she sees The Breather in the old cow bone.
    and hmm… re comfort… combined with security can lead to complacency and that is a no go zone for me in this lifetime, makes me run away, fast, just like the wind, even still!

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  6. Michelle in NYC Avatar
    Michelle in NYC

    Well, I do love the glory of that seed sprouting vine, and the mask like wonder of the bone that Tay seems to want to claim, and your working with the new cloth and giving it time (maybe too many questions) but I feel comfortable enough here with all of you to offer the sort of relief I get from just taking it all to the comic edge…like these geniuses do when they start with the ordinary and take it to the extraordinary with their witty way of presenting the truth–THE GALAXY SONG–have a look–http://youtu.be/buqtdpuZxvk

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  7. Michelle in NYC Avatar
    Michelle in NYC

    and BREATHE!
    Just breathe. I’m breathing too.

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  8. Patricia Avatar
    Patricia

    looking and looking and wondering what part of the animal you’re holding. at first i thought sacrum? and i don’t think so, but love that word. sacrum. derived from some languages word for sacred. so yes, this is all sacred. and although i rarely “get there” i do want to hold the comfortable and uncomfortable in the same breath without needing to judge–is that possible?–but yes, i would like to be able to say, yes, yes, all of this and that, too. all part of it all.
    my cycle perception seems to be speeding up. changing into 3-5 years increments.

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  9. Cynthia Avatar
    Cynthia

    i think i used to feel as my cycle perception..i like that concept occurred probably every decade or so..and then things changed..the real, the unreal only planned and hoped for changed
    …and as i read the above i realized that for quite awhile now i have only seen things in terms of before and after..our life, my life before my husband’s illness and the aftermath..i do know that i am still myself..and i can feel that i am gradually relaxing a bit, unfurling into a former self..or probably just growing into this part of my life..but i also recognize that a different part of me emerged..and i sometimes wonder if this consistent guarding that has become such a big part of my life will ever lessen..
    i play with the words in my head.. tension..surfacing tension..surface tension..and imagine cloth to go with the words..and maybe i will get back to that place..where my thoughts will have actions attached …but in the meantime i am here..holding the comfortable and the uncomfortable ..trying for balance ..be so grateful to watch the cloths emerge..emerging myself in the images and the thoughts of grace and
    the responses of the small vibrant world that exists right here and i am so grateful just to well breathe ..in and out.. ..wishing you a day for walking ..snakeless and unencumbered ..gentle day grace

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  10. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    When i first saw the bone, I thought that a piece of our limestone rock had broken off…I would hold this bone and listen. Left a comment on Spirit Cloth that after pausing to reread the words fit here as well in this context of comfort/discomfort/measuring time so I will copy them here:
    When you get right down to it, the dance of life begins with one foot in front of the other, keeping time with the days, just going about each day. Sure we make slight directional changes, maybe a detour or two as life presents challenges. We need the whole of it, for they are what enrich our knowing not only who we are but where we fit in this incredible place we call home. What I’ve learned on almost 67 yrs on the planet is that each day is a gift, you just have to be open to it…

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  11. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    just read this over at Whiskey River and thought of you & The Breather-
    “In this poor body, composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze. It is spirit, such as it is, which led me to poetry, at first little more than a pastime, then the full business of my life. There have been times when my spirit, so dejected, almost gave up the quest, other times when it was proud, triumphant. So it has been from the very start, never finding peace with itself, always doubting the worth of what it makes.”
    – Basho
    http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com.au/2014/09/in-this-poor-body-composed-of-one.html

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  12. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    and gosh this one by Saul Bellow from over on Terri Windling’s blog-
    “I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the middle of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.”
    http://windling.typepad.com/blog/2014/09/finding-stillness.html
    I wrote this to Jude earlier this morning about all the amazing sharing …
    sometimes I just burst into tears with the wonder and the beauty of this web we are all weaving with the light
    it’s such a beautiful world…
    even with all the pain and sadness and hard things we humans wreak on our beautiful lands and seas…
    there is also so much joy and wonder and mystery and love and oh just everything….
    & wouldn’t trade it in for quids

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  13. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    when i was traveling, there was a wonderfull woman along the way,
    in some campsite, who i talked to, just a short time, but listening to me telling my story said
    There’s a snake in Every garden.
    I never forgot that.

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  14. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    sometimes it’s not gentle at all. Sometimes it’s rough and raw.
    and maybe it’s there’s no good to “framing” it. maybe it’s PAIN.
    so.
    Pain.
    how do we set up camp, then?

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  15. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    breathing as Shelter

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  16. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    not a lot of complacency here. but i can see it.
    but not much here.

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  17. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    yes. breathe. BE breathed.

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  18. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    it IS possible. and i work for that.

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  19. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    ” i do know, i am still myself”

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  20. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    sometimes it’s harder.

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  21. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    hmmmmm.

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  22. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    (((Grace))) crow sister extraordinaire Aaaarrrrkkkk! Aaaaarrrrrrrkkkkk Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrkkkkk! the crows won’t let us!

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  23. Jan Avatar
    Jan

    many days I can only go from moment to moment. as you say in today’s post, must work on releasing the “startle” from myself. big trust exercise. I guess it’s a different kind of being ok. maybe we set up camp knowing that we could have to move at a moment’s notice. ??

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  24. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    Yes and when it is harder it is equally difficult to see the gift of the day but that’s when you need to do so the most as I’ve learned from experience.

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  25. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i really love the sense that those words give, “set up camp”
    knowing that it’s move
    able
    move able
    and not in the physical sense…as i am here for the duration i think and maybe you are too. but the Camp. The Diorama. What is in the diorama. What does this woman and her companions need. Need.
    i love thinking of it in this way. Imagining the Diorama

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