the Ritual is to have crab legs. Drenched in butter. Then the Calendars.
Just as i was timing those long legs,
it came FAST and as you can see, Out of the Blue. Thunder, lightning
a torrent of Rain and then, hail. I'd fed early and good thing, they'd gotten a few mouthfulls before Running for Cover. And it seemed that it got Dark, almost instantly.
so now the long slow pleasure of the Calendars. Going through each month, noting things to remember from the year gone by at the top of the page of the months to come. the Re View. remembering. awareness of time passing. I love this a Lot.
going through. Month to month. transposing some things that are on going. Mostly looking at so much mundane but some, not at all. a sense of continuity. of small things that matter. I'll need to add some things to December…like this storm. Like it was the time i made the collage matchboxes for the kids. a few more things.
here it is. I'll go back, maybe a word at a time and fill in the threads. but it's done. And i became aware while finishing that it was this, most likely, that caused all that stress in the spinal cord. The tension. I could feel it today and try as i would, could not find a way to do it without that tension. I sat on the futon couch this time. Breathed. changed position. but still….the physical focus of it.
the ARNICA proved miraculous. Today there was only a very vague sense of something. so i would gladly give a thousand percent Testimony for Boron Arnica Montana. I'll continue it for one more day.
so here we are. the eve of 2017. ok.
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