It turned out to be mostly just this
all week the clouds were astounding. Driving in to the Old Cowboy's, the Sky was FILLED FILLED and FILLED with clouds….Clouds MOVING, in layers of differing speed. I would get dizzy looking into them. Like different worlds, floating, moving. In the evening, they would rest.
watched Moon, morning, day, evening and into the night.
Watched a flock of Juvenile Grackles come every day to drink from the Goats water, to play on those pieces of wood, the ones all falling down back behind the stump. Here, not so much, because many flew as i came to the window of the door, but all week and continuing, they stay….before their migration.
I could not stop looking. The first morning I sat imagining all the things I might accomplish, so much more than the ordinary, but i just Looked. There was such a Silence to it. It soon became Surreal, and then soon after, going to the Old Cowboy's every day, usually mid morning, Returning to the continuation here, there came to be a sense of some kind of parallel reality. It was disorienting. It was Full of Wonder and i realized that putting pictures here, putting words, Sharing image and thought has been such a Gift ….a Gift that blends everything into a kind of Whole, the All of It. And does so because of the sharing, the exchange. I missed EveryOne. I missed traveling to Other People's Places. I missed how i have become This familiar, this so much Kin. The We that we Are to me.
Half way in the week, Travis and his woman Rebecca and her young son Zarek came. We sat on the Way Back Porch for such a long time…over an hour….watching the Goats. They are young. and that they could sit like this, just Looking. The 5 year old child played with gathered sticks and a piece of rope. Snowbunny was in complete attendance to every move. The rest, an arms length away but the herd moved with him as he pretended to be lost and building campfires. Shhhh, his finger to his mouth, Shhhhhhhh, go quietly, he would say. They would. Sometimes he could get me to "go quietly" after him, kind of crouching, but moving fast, him carrying the wood bundle, me and the Goats, following kind of fast. All this heightened the sense of parallel reality, so unexpected.
As they were leaving we began picking Yellow Hot chilies for them to take….suddenly Zarek screamed and flung a dark thing off his handfull of chilies…..dark and limp….i rushed to see…. the Mystery was solved.
All pics pretty much the same but i couldn't pick, so i put them all, and
Tomato Worm, Child of Hawk Moth. First of this whole season. Because of the almost Nothing of this Tomato season, when i saw this Being, actually, the day i turned off the computer, i decided to leave it. To Let it. Normally i would want to save the plant. But since it's so late in the Circle of season, i thought…..Let it. Watch.
so…much time this last week was looking so close. Beginning in the morning, all through the day, on into the Dark.
But then….suddenly, s/he was Gone. Had been looking Everywhere, HOPING to see the beginning of a cacoon spinning???????????? There, though, there s/he was. On a pepper plant, darkening to a brown, limp, dead. Zarek and i looked close, looked close, his face inches from mine, and i told him the story of this Being and wanted to run in to print out a pic of it in its other form,
We were all quiet awhile. This added to the sense of parallel reality.
Seams on the Out Side….invisibly basted flat as Jude teaches. The Satisfaction of this was immense.
the Creature…some kind of Wind Being that carries her. When it's Time, I will recognize this.
Old Cowboy remains. Most times flowing in a nether world of dream. But he remains. Here.
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