Done. Period. $200.00 I like how things translate. These windows that have been a big pain in the butt to me translate to paying Kelly's man to help me build better Buck Shelter for Gideon and Sunny Ray and maybe some left in case it turns out i might need another cord of wood. i like very much how money becomes translated immediately into Stuff. Needed stuff. Cash=Stuff. In this case, paying Kelly's man to help me means paying Kelly's man to sustain their own world there, which includes Magic and Barbara. Buying a second cord of wood means giving Window money to Evan, the young Wood Guy who has a young son and is making his family's way in this world. It never would have occured to me to ask $200 for these windows. It was offered as a fair price. And i have learned to take a fair price and then send this fair price Out. So. Ok. really OK and DONE!
Whew.
nothing is Right here yet, but it's what i saw this morning.
I received Eating Stone yesterday. Ellen Meloy's final words. All i have managed is the prologue. I have read it i don't know how many times.
"On one of my last winter days with the desert bighorns, they no longer kept me out of their world. With motions I had come to know as an exquisite unison of liturgy and physics, they closed the distance between us and herded me toward a threshold, a place best described as a hairsbreadth.
Their slender legs rose like smoke from stone, curving into pale rumps. The rump carried all the muscle, the force that was capable of pushing their stocky bodies up a sheer cliff with nothing beneath their hoves but air and a foot hold barely larger than my lower lip. This is what you will find at the center of the desert bighorn: dry, verticle space.
Their haunches held but small tensions now. The sheep stood about like mildly bored ballerinas. Black hooves found cusps of white snow. Breath condensed in milky wraiths. The wind did not matter to them. They moved serenely among themselves, brushing flanks warm with blood, weaving me toward that breach of transmutation.
Something in their amber eyes told me that I was about to change, to be given a language without tongues. I wanted to leap into that wild side…their side…then bring back their startling news from the other than human world. But I was weighted with a wobbly confusion about how to see, how to behave.
After so many days among the bighorns, in the end it seemed best to quiet the mind and act like a rock. I am simply here. I thought, here at the periphery of several hundred pounds of Ovis with lovely rumps and eyelashes as delicate as fish bones.
I then became the first rock in history to be overcome with feeling, a serene aching aimed at nothing in particular, only a cobalt sky with no edge but winter's cold and a river rimmed with ice and a band of rare mammals, whose own biology and history could have lost them to the world"
Ellen Meloy Eating Stone.
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