windthread

SUN and WIND  perfect to dry the Wet,  which it did.

so the 70 person sits just before and at first light.  Sits as in how we do to meditate.  Sitting.  and as i worked today,  i thought about how this Cloth might not make a bit of sense if not for reading along here as it goes.   That's something to consider.

interestingly,  she is much clearer  "in person".  Her three strands of hair blow up by Wind.  Hadn't quite intended it to be that way,  or,  it was not deliberate,  just how the thread went,  but it made me remember how Chogyam Trungpa said…."practice like your hair's on fire"

the Cradle of Mother Night got it's twigs at either end.   The Night Things got stitched down,  some.  The Threads of Night began.  How far do they reach?   Trying to feel that…

All day little Flash cried.  All day off and on the Doe Goats cried.  All day they were working on the memory of yesterday when it was hard to eat fast enough before the Water fell from the Sky.  Even tho it was Sun filled and almost a little warm except for Wind,  they wanted  to be reassured.  

Eight more days and one more SUNday till Solstice and i hunger for Indian Food.  Spice.  I want spice.