it's hard to know what to put here. Each single page builds to the next.
"Once you come to understand, in your experience, that you are just one life-form among many, that you can meet the other life-forms here in moments of tremendous intimacy, it enables one of the most wondrous of explorations possible. To leave the human world behind, the surface identity of the self, and swim, only one life-form among a multitude, deep into the metaphysical background of the world is to enter a place where we meet there as living beings, identical in nature at the core, similar intelligences, all given birth by Earth, all expressed out of the Ocean of Being into form. And in those moments of touch, we look back at each other with luminous eyes and tell tales of the lives we have lived and the lands we have seen and speak of the commonalities of what it means to be alive on this Earth, kin, all of whom came from common ancestors long ago."
Stephen Harrod Buhner
so…here, this red thread marks as much as we commonly acknowledge from day to day. We know what meets our foot palms. We know as far down as we dig to plant a seed, deeper to plant a tree. Down to dig a well. Down further to some awareness of Geology, our history. But there is so much more and it is Inhabited, it is World, same as the one we move in and more….it is SAME. SAME world…breathing together…that far deep place, this place of middle before Sky…..All One.
Everything except for that piece of Crazy Magic is stitched down today. Some more stitches even have begun to the moment when i could feel it begin to become One Cloth…no longer pieces, but One. That feeling is exhilarating…the weight of it, the substance of it…
joyfull
all but the Crazy Magic. I can't decide which way it is turned and maybe i can't because i haven't heard the story yet. so it remains loose…sometimes this way, sometimes that.
i look from a distance. sometimes that helps. not today.
windthread 
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