she dreams. I fixed the blip on her knee with turpentine and the stiff brush, now all is soft and in that dream world. She holds her flag….i don't know why, but she holds her flag. So she can find herself? or is it a banner, declaring where she is From?
and the Magician. Thread beads [ Jude Hill Spirit Cloth] fall gently around the Magician. Seeds of spirit from the Tree, once Alive then Dead but not dead
the oh so small figure of the Magician, drawn really, blind, just movement of a pen and there she was, so clearly a Magician, coming as a total surprise. So now, before sending to the Shop, i need to spend time with this image that came of its own accord. So i can KNOW her and let her take me forward.
this morning, out in the Way Back, on the fallen Russian Olive, a Flicker. I heard it's voice first and got up to look because i didn't recognize the sound, and there…Flicker with brilliant orange underwing Flicker that used to be my spirit bird in Michigan that i know has turquoise eyelids
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