Finished…First Dream. And I like that it can be a story of the Earth herself dreaming Us all into continued Being, or it can be us dreaming Earth dreams. How, really, it is both no matter how we are able to perceive it. so, Finished and the first of a series i am hoping. I'll put it in the Shop if i can remember how. It's been a while.
But earlier today i wanted to see something
What If i did something like this?????? Earth Dreaming is 9×13. The other is a little larger, well, i guess you can see that. What if they were in the center of a Larger Dream? What if they were like one moment, the story of that one moment within a larger dream? What might that Ground, that force field of Dream than look like? What might be there?????
I like this thought.
LATER AN ADDENDUM
because of the mail from Cynthia that told of snow falling on her internet connection and how much that meant to me, to receive this image from her of her Place on this Planet,
i'll add what is Here…i just fed the Goats their last food for today which is side oat gramma and they don't love it. They want the Other grass hay with some weeds mingled in, but this is what Bill loaded into the truck and so what there is to Eat and they are not enthusiastic but still, it's FOOD and i say i am sorry, but it is nutrition and they mill a bit but then begin eating and my neighbor Margies son has left his radio in his pickup playing LOUD, driver door open and he is in the house, but the MUSIC is outside and it's that kind of Soft Rap, i really don't know what it's called but it's the Romantic kind, like the rhythm of making love and as i am feeding the Goats, there is a single small mustard yellow moth flitting along from Somewhere to Somwhere and the door of the house is open because it was Warm today but now is becoming a little cold as Sun reaches the Rim and Tay whizzes in and out in her Grand Finale of the day, she likes it when there is no door, screen or regular so she doesn't have to slow her bullet like entry to the house, can come full force, not skip a beat and i will close the door soon and tack down the blanket on the Way Back door, push in the blanket at the bottom, but not yet. And color is draining as light leaves, things becoming brown and grey with lines of dark, black maybe, but it doesn't have to BE black to READ black and it's
done again.
one more day. done. finished. added to the string of days….that bead like string of days that are a Life
windthread 
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