a morning. Slow and steady movement, the Giving of Water to all the yard plant people
the huge gratitude for this Bell Pepper. so hard to grow here but there are 4 plants and all have blossoms…this one….a pepper maybe the size of a grape.
Again
it happens every year. I don't know their Other Form, their B selves. But they come and in no time the leaves of all the SunFlowers will be skeletal.
Washing out the Bucks water bowls with a scrubbie and vinegar, all the while talking to Gideon who came to rest by the fence.
he likes to kiss. Breath to breath.
and more stitching. All the "petals" are stitched in place as much as they will be. I think about cellular memory, about the Dreaming, that is like the blueprint of a sacred repetition and more recently, epigenetics as described in the On Being interview with Rachel Yehuda.
How we know what we must become in this circle around. August.
from another Point of view
windthread 
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