windthread

so i am listening to the down load of Ram Dass as dusk becomes dark,  here in Polvadera, NM,  20016.  I am listening to the first of 9 .   Listening to Ram Dass,  who in the past and then a great GAP  i didn't think about much.  But tonight,  i listen to a time and space that was singular to the 60's and 70's and i listen to his breathy speech from his stroke,  telling how it was,  that long ago and i am feeling so Tender.   And i give this to my granddaughter too.  Maybe someday when she becomes 70 she will laugh with the sense of familiarity and understanding.  I think she will.

It's ok if you don't " go there".  I am putting this here,  in this online journal so I remember how it was,  March 11th,  2016.  So you can bear with me,  or not.  Either way is OK.  It's just Here.

THIS is where i'd like to go.   How can i do that?

"We are thoughts thinking.  There are  Realms of equally valid realities to this that we are familiar with.  The mind is working at 1 trillion thought forms per second, sequentially.  Awareness has no time and space domain.  Who you are is so Vast, so tiny and so All of It,  it's absurd.  Who you think you are is a very limited situation within a limited range of possible sensations, information, and realities."    Ram Dass

I'm thinking of this in terms of "where we go" when we make things.  When we create.  Making things takes us into those other realms where we forget our thoughts,  our senses even and just become lost in somewhere else.  We all know this,  experience this…those gaps

back in the days i was learning to draw,  i would forget to swallow and suddenly be aware of a thread of drool,  of saliva extending.  Lost in an other realm.  Now,  sometimes putting the scraps of cloth,  i forget to breath,  become lightheaded….even sometimes Looking at stuff, same….

the first basket.  Divided on the back of the futon into piles…Just Neutral,  could be anything,  green earth,  plant people.  Earth and horizon.  Sky and Night.  These piles might change,  but for now,  this.   and this is only half of the basket, really.  There were pieces taken out that are in a pile of   " miscellaneous".  Need to look again at that pile tomorrow.