windthread

This morning, early,  like very early,  i wander over to Jude's just to read comments and somehow notice that something is new on the sidebar.

Danny Mansmith

so i click and  go back through some posts,  click the Flicker slideshow,  click, click, click, click and  look.  I became very very quiet…it is Sun day morning,  my favorite day anyway and it is JUST morning light and there is a breeze coming in the screen door and everyone is just waking and not needing to be fed yet,  but going slow into the day and i look.   You can go look yourself.  There are some things he has made.  But mostly,  there are just photographs of some very ordinary things…being new to him,  i don't know,  but i'm guessing just the ordinary things of his day.  And it was well,  just so extremely Peaceful,  this Place….a blog.  

I walked back over to the morning chair and sat down,  the tea still there and i was suddenly awash with the sense of River.  River.  The SMELL of a river…i could say scent and it would be "nicer" but it was so strong that i use the word smell…the smell of River that i know so much from all my life before Desert.  There was no River in his photographs,  but i think it was just the peaceful ness,  the Ease of it all that translated to River for me.

And i thought about the exchanges referencing Blog/not Blog /Facebook etc etc  and this was the perfect example of Blog.   Looking there gave me Peace.  Well Being  Ease.  Nothing amazing,  well, his Making, yes,  but that was just small amidst all the rest and i thought yes.  This is blogging.  No drama.  No ego.  But SUCH A GIFT.  I look forward to it now….will check every day.  See how it's going there.   Because it Feeds me.  It fed me a River.

i was going to wait for the walnuts to fall but tried this one out on some darker backgrounds and really, no.  So i tea dyed some muslin and it light and good.  So will finish this way.    

and i got a call from Thelma of Mike and Thelma who used to own the native plant nursery for some years.  She was just calling.   She is not anyone for whom i might need to "filter" my thoughts for…what ever comes out is what ever IS,  and it was nice.  Because she just wanted to hear how it's going and i found it interesting,  what i shared with her….

and it validated what i've been thinking about that initial Euphoria about "therapy"…that really,  stuff is just how it is.  "Therapy" can't work it.  There's nothing to change.  It just all IS.    And there is Just Going.  and there is understanding More,  what …."live with ease"…really means.  I am finding that the daily sitting meditation is easily expanding to an hour.  An hour.  this is Good.