International Women's Day.
I think. I think about being a woman. I think about being a woman in the United States of America. I think about being a woman in other places around this Planet. Woman. Woman. And i think how what was in the news, or Google news, as being primarily directed toward, well, money. Women in the Marketplace. If i were Queen of the world, International Women's Day would be very different. But I'm not, so i won't go there. I will simply stick with this thought i had upon waking this morning of Coming Into My Own. I have been interested recently, in these "expressions" we have. The last one was Time on Your Hands. As in….if you have Time on Your Hands….and i loved imagining a visual of that, Time on Your Hands…
but Coming Into Your Own. What might that mean? She's coming into her own. Easier if i think it as third person. The dust has settled. The silt is filtered down to the bottom of the water. Things that were convoluted are now more clear??? She has learned. Enough. Enough to see the immediate path in front of her and know how to navigate that Path with ….sureness and joy…??? Is this it? still "feeling" my way. But i feel Good. I feel that i am just very much O K
today, i gathered up dog shit. This is the BEST tool. a small hand rake. and instead of hauling around an empty Goat feed bag, i just used a few plastic grocery bags. And example of Coming Into One's Own…use what Works. Easy Peasy. The good thing of living in desert land, the dog shit dries up quite immediately. I have never had to do this before. The little dogs had little shits. Chinche, being a medium dog, i guess had medium ones, but she was discreet. Tay however is BIG and well….
So i snagged them with this hand rake and it was Great.
I wasn't going to put a pic but then i came to this one, plopped directly in the middle of a Feather Grass clump and couldn't resist 
spent time looking at all the Places where i can PLANT the food plants
All these are Food Places
this is the old Child Buddha garden…flowers would be here. So…Who Knows? Sometimes it's been Great, sometimes not. But we are at that Edge again and just going, again and it is very Fine and Good.
this rock changes slowly. Someday, will SPLIT! but not yet
the small basket…LOOK! a Holder. a needle holder…it's just beyond fine
i hold this basket in my lap. my hands around. Look at that beginning in the interior. Her second day here. The FEELING of this basket…of Substance, substantial, firm. But also light. Light.
Coming Into My Own. coming into my own.
I stood long minutes today out under the Old Apricot Tree that was FULL of Bees and i stood there, with them just less than an inch over head, so close that i could FEEL them in my hair…I stood and closed my eyes and just listened to them, to their Work, for me, for the Planet, for their Queen
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