what an interesting day. Company day. I think this might be like what Sunday's used to be????
Alz B's son Bill came. He brought their youngest dog, a small dog, Nanno. They had gone to the dump and i am on the way home. He called when they were a minute away, saying that and could they stop by. I watched self. Ordinarily, i would FEEL …… NO! but because of the sense gained from the EXPANSION of time, i thought…
ok.
sure.
He brought Alz.B's obituary, first. One he had written and then a revised version from his sister. Wanted input. Edit. ok. But he also came because he really wants to be OK with Tay. Wants her to know him. He is a dog person.
At first we kept his small dog, Nanno, on her leash but while we were studying the grubs in the compost, we set caution to the wind and undid her. Tay SAILED…flying over bushes and wheelbarrow with the thrill of company and little Nanno went about…she's familiar with this place long before Tay came here. And to make that long story short…All was Well. Dogs buzzing about, people conversing about a dead member. It was good. Just good. I have the obituary and i will revise it and return it to him. An Obituary. An Obituary. hmmmmm.
Then, Cindy, the Good Nurse from the Old Folks home came by on her way home. and Tay had even MORE practice at Company. This company brought her milk bones and she accepted and ran but ended up lying quietly, just watching, letting go of her stranger energy. Good Again. Very Good Again.
i need to stay with this awhile. You see here, a peanut in a shell on the right for comparison. To recreate in your mind the SIZE of these grubs. Contracted, they are as seen here. But Extended as they become when they want to dig themselves BACK into the soil, they are longer. And i want to spend time with these grubs. Spend time with how i am well, truthfully, repulsed by them. WHY? WHY? do i almost instinctively recoil? They are only a lifeform. WHY?, do i recoil?
and i look at the SOIL here, that once was chunks of things and now no longer
this BLACK SOIL, transformed. Because of them, that i am repulsed by.
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