windthread

off and on between stitching the invisibles,  i am  propped up on the futon couch to read more.  My attention was caught to this window which is to the South…back over the Way Back and beyond to that very large old Cottonwood across the ditch where the pair of Crows nest year after year.  These pics are not correct.  The room is filled with SUN light…but the camera can't understand…the window there is bright and clear and Sky is just Out There and what caught my eye is Crow…riding the  thermals.   In and out of this "frame"  to the world OutSide…..no use of wing except to keep it out stretched,  this beauty Full effortless soaring,  circling,  spiraling and no Need of this other than for the Joy for the bird….back,  forth,  the window a window to watch Crow Joy and i go back to read more and i am way ahead…there's no use in trying to put here what is in this book,  which is what came from the Heart/Mind of Buhner…Too Much….so just pieces

Chapter 15  The Dreaming of Earth

"Archi means the first.  They are the primary or first things from which all phenomena come…they are the potentials that reside in the quantum multiverse.  Archetype,  the more familiar term, combines archi with type…meaning "impression",  from the Greek to beat or strike, to mold.  Archetype is the first expression of the archi in identifiable form…though not physically.  It means to prefigure or foreshadow.   The archetypes,  which reside in the imaginal world, prefigure the forms they become in our world.  As those archetypes express themselves into classical Newtonian space,  they change.  They are modified by where and how they appear.

Every form we see in this world is a modified expression of the archetype that underlies it.  The essential identity we recognize as     plant    for instance,  exists as a unique archi  in the mythic or quantum world,  what Masanobu Fukouka termed the Ocean of Being that underlies everything.  This is the place the Persian storytellers were talking about when they said,  "At one time there was a story and there was no one to tell it, :  or  "At one time there was a story but there was no one to hear it but God"

The archetype of plant,  however,  is to be found in the imaginal world,  the place from which Earth dreams form into being.  This is what Lao-tzu was speaking of when he said….

    Thirty spokes unite in one hub                                                                                                                                                   It is precisely where there is nothing                                                                                                                                       that we find the usefulness of the wheel

And when that archetype expresses itself into our world,  the archetype alters itself to fit the demands of the field in which it emerges.  The living organisms of this world have their roots (spokes) in the imaginal realm.  It is from there they are expressed.  Together they form the wheel,  the Earth system,  the thing that is more than the sum of the parts,  the entity that circles endlessly  in physical space."

Stephen Harrod Buhner

and as i stretched out,  propped up,  reading,  turning just to the right to watch that Crow,  i was  flooded with a sense of Gratitude that i could reach just this exact moment in my life……to read these words,  to have such a strong sense of FEELing them to be true,  to SEE Crow out the window,  to make a picture with cloth,  ….  to be me.  How i am.   Where i am.   Flooded with feeling.