the day was. Stunning. Having rained two nights in a row, having rained off and on yesterday, a soft seeping Woman Rain, everything is Greening.
everything is washed clean, breathing Green
I sat looking at it
and in between reading, i threw the ball for Tay, threw the ball, threw the ball, threw the ball. I dumped and cleaned feed bowls of fermenting rain and scrap, I pulled the THRIVING kochia weed and fed it to Goats one by one by hand, them taking them in their lips and teeth like delicacies. But mostly i read. I LOVe anthologies. I have 6 pages to go.
Last eve, granddaughter called as she does when she intuits that i am brimming with Stuff. We talked fast and hard ….remembering when this was the topic of one of her college classes recently, the changing sense of the world of the 20's somethings and very much including the "necessity and pleasure of parenthood". We talked. Is it because she is blood of blood? or is it Soul to Soul. Old Same, her, me.
and i woke in the middle of the night
i woke with neural pathways of my brain sparking and flashing in NEON, new pathways shooting out, opening up ROOMS of thought, connecting, re~forming, re~interpreting and all i could think was it felt like this……so i turned on the light and found this old tried and true book on the shelf, about Clustering in Writing the Natural Way, Gabriele Lusser Rico
and it was a Stunning day. And i wish i COULD talk about this book here. Not so much what is IN this book but what all it Opens up for me. But i think it wouldn't work. For me. There are too many quiet people out there and i wouldn't know how what i am thinking makes them feel. and so it would become too filtered. So….i will just let it become Alive in me and manifest how it will. And i hope it Does. Manifest. Become Alive somehow.




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