Back when i was ready to Quit my old life, but before i had really dared to think about it, i bumped into the teenage daughter of the Head Nurse on the Psych Unit where i worked. We stood on the street corner talking a little and then she said…"So…when are you leaving?" HUH? i responded and she smiled and said "Dream it, and it's all over town". That was Sarah. she was like that. but still…..
So this morning i got an email from friend Fancher who lives up the mountain in Magdalena. If she got me two loaves of bread from the Bread Guy who bakes in the community kitchen, could she come to drop them off? I think i've seen her once in two years. So i thought why Not, and she did and i fed her some soup i'd made and we talked.
she brought me this she had saved from NYT because she thought i'd like it….from the May 2012 Thursday paper….she gets them in the mail….it is a Dream to me to get NYT in the mail, even just the Sunday Paper, and also 4 East West Journals from the early 1980's. Written word. And she returned the book i'd loaned her a year and a half ago, that i hadn't even opened yet….i'd gotten it when i got Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm. Stephen Harrod Buhner….some might remember that i said it would be the ONLY BOOK I WOULD EVER NEED/WANT TO READ FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, well….but anyway, the other book is back and i will begin. Dana might like this. Some of what she talked about was going through STUFF and letting go and since so many in this internet world are also in this mode, i offered what i could about that. But after she left, i looked around at my Own Stuff…Cloth and Books, house wise,
the Turtle basket
and two of the most amazing things i have…
this tiny Mother of Pearl pen knife that i used to wear as a necklace, dangling on a piece of black string in the modest cleavage that i had
you can see the blades better, here.
this. the stone in the middle is Amythest. Bought at a bead shop/head shop in the 70's. art deco lizard ….fortelling the future… and i think….who were we, who Are we and Who Will we Become?
my carnelian.
in the returned book, this. A card from Marti. Last year's birthday card, to be exact and i stare at it and think if i could have chosen, i would have chosen this. To me, it could not be more Beauty FULL.
and then, shortly after the friend left, a phone call from Mike of Mike and Thelma of the Native Plant Nursery that for years i bought things from but that they gave up 2 years ago but we are friends now and Mike wants to know if i would come tomorrow and see the Fire Pit they have created. They are on a brink to sell their place and move to Southern Oregon where their daughter lives. I don't want them to go. Even tho it's been since spring since i was there at their house. Will i come and see it?
Dream it, and it's all over town.
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