coming home from work. More than a DownPour, a Deluge. Incredible rain, Thunder. Lighting. Continuing. Just fed Goats for the night and some of this Place is ankle deep with water. According to National Weather Service, rain will continue through the week.
When the kids were here, Tay found this stick. They brought it to me because of the marks. It's hard to photograph.
the same marks as that post just outside the West Big Window. The post that Louie brought me and set there. Because i'd told the story about the marks and how it was when i was a child in Michigan and Louie wanted me to feel at home. He worked for the person i was married to, got paid with cocaine. Louie was a kind person.
Where this particular stick came from i don't know. I have been looking at it for a few days now. Those marks. When i was a kid, down by the creek, i would find similarly marked wood and i believed them to be messages left for me from the People I Really Belonged To. I didn't know exactly what they said, but i took them as meaning that i was OK and i should just Keep Going, that they were nearby and watching over me.
Storm Drawing. I don't know anything about it. Just that those are sticks at "her" shoulders…the little wiggles at the bottom left, worms.
I'd gotten this book a while back.
Now and then, i go through books here and winnow them out…take them to the Library in town. I put them in grocery bags and then into the back of the car. They stay there a while. because the winnowing is impulsive.
The other day, i searched for this one. YES!….still here and brought it in. I had gotten it because Joanna Macy is one of the ones i truly ADMIRE in this world…like as in her and the Dalai Lama,
but when i got this book, i couldn't go forward with it. Why. Because she talks about community. And because i have this insulated singular life. But now…with the thoughts of Going, i WANT this. I WANT her beautyfull and fine thinking. So i am beginning it again. It's Grand. SHE is Grand. and
perfect for the times.
windthread 
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