there is Peace at the Asylum this evening. At this Rez, the Sovereign State of Goats, the Sovereign State of Tay, Tazmeena and Chinche, the Sovereign State of grace. Peace. Only WIND. but Peace Rules.
The leak was at the connection of the Meter. a cause for great Celebration for me.
done.
How Beauty Full.
but then, a while later i turned on a faucet and NO WATER. ACK. i went out with my trusty crescent wrench but NO ROOM to use it…the configuration inside the space had changed. Call Rick back…NO WATER and he says if he doesn't show up within 45 min call him. So, i wait and then hear them out there and there is
Water
Water
I need to write about Water sometime. But for now, there is Water. Everything is quiet. Everything is PeaceFULL. There is WIND, but somehow it's just very much OK, the WIND when balanced with other things.
And all day, i was filled with thoughts and feelings about Wendy and her Children. Every morning, almost, i wake to look through these pages
a book Wendy made in anticipation of Jude's Feather Cloth
the first page is from Wendy. To Jude and to all the Listeners and Makers
there are images like these
and there are words, all the rest of the book, words of the Children, like these:
"the back of the cloth tells me about the maker. I hold on to the threads that end in knots first. Then i turn the cloth to see what the maker decided to make. It's like the back of their imagination. It's like the back of my heart. I just gotta turn it around and make my own life walkable"
"When i work on my fear of talking, I always use to go for the cloths that would quiet me. Now i go for the cloths that say: C'mon let's get it out, saying what you want is a good thing…I am good. But not a things. It's what i am working on in my sessions. Fear stops me. The cloths begin me."
"I have no eyesight. So What? I see every cloth here. I think the makers know I am blind when they make their sewing. They make cloth so anyone can see things, through their eyeballs or through their hands."
"Thank you maker people of cloths. You are my friends. You are my tribe. Everyone gets mad at me and tells me I should get out of my shell. The cloth people and feather makers must love shells. Because now i love being in my shell. I come out when i want to and stay in when i want to. I imagine all the cloth people are shells all over the world, and we go back and forth together, in our shells, out of our shells."
It's about REAL. It's about an Incredible Space that Wendy has created for the Children. It's about the Children who KNOW EXACTLY how to USE that space who have the Courage and Brilliance to move within it and make it come Alive. and so it is too, about me, about Us. who all were children and hold that child self inside us still.
Soon, Jude will give the Magic Feather Cloth over. What will go from there????
if you are interested in this book of a Thousand Thank You's, i think if you email Wendy at wendygolden@ rogers.com she can tell you. As i said. i begin most of my days with the book. Children. All the children speaking in the book, so soon to become adults, so soon to find a Place in this world.
it's done for now. Enough.
tazmeena rarely goes to the futon couch. But here she is today. Interesting.
Peace.
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