so the Belov~ed Travis came and everything seemed good. New virus defense was added. All seemed well and i posted that quick post. Waking yesterday morning, all full of anticipation, only to find a box that said there was no Internet connection. Whaa. so adrift again but this morning, before he went to work, he came again and here i am. Here i am. i like writing that. Here i am.
It was 5 days. I let my mind wander, wander and wander. In between, i Followed the Breath. Inhaling through the opening in the top of my skull, the breath moving down, filling my whole body and then being exhaled through the opening in the Heart Space.
Wander, Wander. Breathe Breathe. wander more. Breathe more.
Drifting.
I began to stitch the Stand and Face What You Know. But mostly i drifted. I looked through all the books and spent some time with these
it was Comforting, going back to the Dalai Lama's words….i could hear his voice speaking them
i made a pile of books to go to the Library Book Sale and at first put this…
Wendy Jehanara Tremayne and her partner Mikey Sklar moved from a high powered life in NYC to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico in 2006. This book documents the beginning of their lives there living in a world of salvage. T or C is a little over an hour from here down I-25. It's eccentric. Maybe i should do a field trip there for Julie. Maybe i could stand at Wendy's gate. Maybe she would come to her gate. I am keeping the book for a while yet at least. her blog is thegoodlifelab.com
In the 5 days of no connection, two things stand out from the Drift.
One being that without word from "outside", ie the Google News, I would NEVER imagine the world to be as it seems to be. Here, just Wind. Sun. the Sky. Rhythm of Goats, dog, cat. Rhythm of Spring emerging everywhere. Peace.
and Two, that i am Full of Gratitude to YOU. Deep gratitude and love. This blog is. This blog connects me in a connectionlessness, here, in this very oh so quiet Place. How it is a Place to tell this and also a Place where there are others who i come to know so well and who open their own lives and Places of Being….What they see, what they do. How they Feel.
I have deep love for that.
and then on Facebook…where i go to see what the "kids" are doing…
the grandson's boy, Fate. Oh i look. Fate. How it goes for him in California.
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