The day began like this
and then, on the computer desk. Still Life. I looked a long time.
And then, i went to Jude's and went off on a Small Journey carried by her quiet and focused voice.
I replayed and listened again. I wondered if i had in fact gone over to Jude's home, showed up in person, would the exchange be Better? Or could it be true that what is so of value to me in this Small Journeys post might have gotten Lost in the added dimension? and then i thought, is it even necessary though, to even make the Comparison? No. But to really look, See, truly what it IS, the REALness of online being.
in a conversation with Patricia the other day, she said this, and i'm taking it out of context but it was so important:
"the amazing cyber experience…it's almost as if cyberspace has put a face to the mystery of life….to the underlying energies and movement that are true" Patricia Spangler
and the words she wrote were perfect and they were a KEY to understanding Something i at present only sense. So i continue to think. What if there were no Spirit Cloth, no blogs i've come to know, no new ones i as yet have found but am sure are there. ???? And i thought how just this week i had gone to Scotland with Julie, to see incredible Art with Mo in Australia, to walk the rivers in the waterworld of the Netherlands with Saskia, to wander the streets and Great Doings of New Your City with Michelle, to look at a wonderFull compost Work in the Texas Hill Country with Liz. I travel. More than i ever could have imagined. And i stay here, HouseKeeping.
And all of us, if we were to spend a day In Person, how would we spend it? Would it be in the quiet focused way of a blog post, or would it be different? How Long would it take, in Person to arrive at quiet focus?????
These things are very interesting to me right now. Very important to me and where i'm At.
i hope it's visible when we double click to enlarge on the blog post. Won't know till it's posted, but i finished the preparation for the Big Buck Move. I ran fencing behind the horse trailer, attached to the present Chamber of Horrors that the Buck pen has become this week …across and over to the North pen i have been working on. Attached with baling wire both sides. It's wobbly but i think just that it's There will work. They don't question fencing. And then you can see a roll of fencing infront of the Horse Trailer on the right, which we used when capturing Buckwheat last year. That gets attached to the wall of the Albatros. And i wrote a note to Alberto asking if his two ranch workers could come and help me make this transfer. My phone number. I decided that what i want most is that it goes smooth and quick. No comotion, no mistakes that could take hours to resolve. Ranch/Farm work is what they Know like they know their own names, animals they know. They are from Mexico and so have great honor in doing things Well. Dropped off the note at his house because he was off hauling alfalfa. They said he would call tomorrow. OK.
going past the table, i stopped and pulled this out of the little copper pot. WOW. i have no idea how i did this. it's still wet, dripping. i like to let them drip.
Tay is learning to spell her name. She made T for Tay all by herself.
On the way home from Alberto's, there was a Cottonwood branch in the road. Loaded it into the truck and stood in the truck bed when home, to fling it over the fence. A brief period of crunchy Ecstasy.
last but very much NOT least, Toot Toot from the Fed X lady and This. That i found out about when reading a small reply on John Hopper's blog from someone named Barbara Judge in Oregon. She mentioned it to him and i looked and
Here it is. Once again, this cyberworld. The author of this book lives in Silver City, about 3 hours south of here.
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