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eyes.  eyes we know to be for seeing.  Yet so much of SEEing comes from all the rest of what is around us,  available if we are able….NO! wait!  not able,  but WILLING.  Available if we are WILLING.

 

this morning, early,  before light…this 

the scur horn on a beaded thing over the Third Eye and i look at what i have drawn and the eyes are so BIG but it's what it feels like,  that i have these BIG eyes that are looking looking looking

 

So Travis and Everett came today and we built the new small yard for Sunny Ray.  Just the basic.  And where to put his Shelter in this small space which i cannot help?   Even tho Buck Goats don't make much use of space,  but stay close to the feed bowls,  the Water bowl and then are so self involved in their genitals.  So…in the next couple days i will go get 4 pallets with the boards close and we will cut through the fence on one side and add his pallet shelter so as not take up his SPACE.  

and through and in between it all Everett and i talk about God.  About meditation and he goes off with some of my books and CDs.    And my Eyes feel beyond Huge and i talk then for a LONG TIME with Alyssia and my eyes feel huge er and huge er

and i go out to feed and hook up the hoses to put water in the bowls and the SKY,  the SKY

 

and from Alyssia,  in regard to her present dilemma…

"  However,

  If you are broken

i cannot fix you.

I can hold your pieces

Within my bones and atriums

until you learn to piece yourself whole again.

One by one,   I will hand them to you.

And i will love you wholely

and i will love you without judgement.

And i will love you  sans peur,

and i will love you.

Remembering is imperative,

Remembering you are loved…

In all your broken ness,

you are loved.

May you never even once forget,

Broken or not

you are loved."

Ciaro McFarlane   Elephant Journal   FaceBook