woke way too early. built a small fire and began reading this.
If it continues to be as it is in the beginning….28 pages so far…., it might be the only book i read for the rest of my life. That when i reach the last page, i will return to the first and begin again.
so at 28 pages i had to stop. So much. if i continued, too much at once. I sat staring into the fire. At some point i looked up and actually SAW something that i have been seeing for a few days now.
something i had created
changed form. Creating its Self.
the longer i look, it seems as if it is about to Speak…make Sound.
so i'm going to just leave this at this point, it's going to become light and there may be a very full day ahead. I will look, inbetween things, all day and maybe know more by the end? I don't know.
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one of the Copper/Bronze mornings
while waiting for Alberto and the ranch guys, i went back and found this. How it was my Weaving for Jude's Considering Weave. At first i thought it was really not much, but over time, liked it more and more for what it WAS. It hung free from the beam to the ROOM for a long time but then came over to this wall. A little while ago a stray and wild wind came into the house and changed things.
And from the book, Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm on about page 31, i read about Sensory gating channels.
"Sensory gating channels can be thought of as tiny apertures or gates or doors in specific sections of the nervous system's neural network. They are similar to the lens of our eyes
that can expand or contract as needed to increase or decrease the amount of data allowed in. They act to prevent sensory overload. In other words, if we consciously perceived everything that was coming in, simultaneously as it was happening we would be overwhelmed with sensory experience."
so i closed the Gate to this Cloth Being and opened the gate to OutSide and the issue of Buck Goats. i prepared. Totally. and Waited. and Alberto and the ranch guys never came. Never called. But i was totally ready for them. Gates. Gates in my mind. But still, there was this….LOTS of this. Love was in the air and there was mating going on like crazy. Double click and look at the eyes. Oh…look at the Eyes.
and the cloth held it's color. Here, it's not quite the redish that it is. But close. a Fine Fine scrap.
windthread 
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