Us. 2010 When they all were here, son too and we were constructing the ROOM after Jenny and i tore out the wall of the house.
5:10 pm
That note from Wendy. The work of the child L. in the sand tray….coming on THE DAY here.
and unless i lack courage and the will to Just Go, it is Done today. In South Carolina, they sprayed for the Zika mosquito…they aerial sprayed…a product called Trumpet. A woman there, a beekeeper lost 46 hives, more than 3 million bees, IN MERE MINUTES. i have always lived by Signs whether or not i choose to acknowledge that or not, but the
signs. They talk the truth.
What do we do when we are afraid? What is the first instinct still? We kill. Eckhart Tolle in a New Earth puts it plainly. "Evolve or die".
i took the solid wood door out from behind the futon couch where it lives hidden. It rests now on the Dalai Lhama end table. Pretty much fills the space. It's my sand tray. and i think how it's good that the Color Hue cloth faded into the color of sand.
so i will stitch down what's here, from Then. after that, i'll wash it and hang it in Wind on the clothesline here, from there….go on. Now. these days. Sand Tray days. Thank you, Wendy and L
My sand tray. I walk with L at Wendys Sacred Space.
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