windthread

sat with the Astronomy Calendar on the futon couch.  Just looking at the really BEAUTY FULL photographs.  the empty squares beneath them.  Just sat.  no urge for anything.   and finally put it on the wall where calendars have been for all the years i've been in this house.  That pantry wall that is the other side of the kitchen.  

but there was an immediate Feeling.  The calendar looked so Vulnerable somehow and i couldn't go further than that word…vulnerable.  It felt vulnerable there with it's clear push pin holding it in place.  I cleaned the kitchen from last nights stuff and kept going back to look.  Yup.  Same.  No change and no more "information" coming about it.  I suddenly thought,  it needed 

protection

and went directly to the stick that Tay found me last summer that's been by the steel drum on the West bookcase.  The one with all the secret coded messages like the ones i knew from my Woods in my childhood.  all those glyphs that i could never decipher but that said it was ok,  that "my real  people" were watching over me and it was all ok.  

 

it wasn't enough

and i can't get pics to upload  so i will wait till morning to finish this  will wait.  so many beings,  trying to upload stuff and the pathways are FULL

Next Morning

 

ripped a strip of the Toad Egg cloth,  beads from the altar,  two bells that fell in Wind, a long strand of That Thread  and still…..

 

the cloth that came from Dora so long ago who was the Tai Chi master,  had the numbers from the concentration camp on her arm,  who when they told her she would need triple bypass surgery, took up sky diving instead.    this cloth has hung on the hook by the front door for years.  Now it's here.

it seems kind of dramatic.  But it also seems Right.  So for now,  Protection….and i wonder 

of what?  from what?