Night mind had said…go look over there, that stack at the end of the book shelf by the wood stove and yup….here it was. I'd looked a few days ago and decided i must have either sent it to Julian Via Alyssia or given it to the Library, but here it still is. Good.
Morning mind then says…Go read. Start again. ok. Ellen Meloy, and i can barely read the beginning of this…but i do and get to this place where she is trying to understand what is happening to her, IN her and she talks of this as anger, but i read it different, i read it as not about anger, but fear and she says this "In Inuit custom, an angry person [a person with fear] expends his or her emotion by walking straight across the landscape. When all anger [fear] is spent, the stopping point is marked with an object, indicating the length or degree of the person's rage [fear]. What if my anger [fear] walk circumvented the globe, and i ended up tapping myself on the shoulder?"
attention says: look down, there in that lower left… and i do and wouldn't you know?, it's the Magician!!! so, ok…now has a blue/green head….ok…and even more ok, carrying some kind of napsack. Stuff.
listening, i find this piece of linen from Beth. She said it was from a horrible pink thing that she bathed in Walnut. It's just right. Just the right Ground.
Tales from the bird hut, Saskiavanherwaarden.com and i saw this pic at the end of her post. !!! When i imagine my Space, on that Hill, i have always not imagined anything about it. But i looked at this…and i think it's about the exact size of the space that will be my home,
and it is so familiar. I guess i might imagine something much more sparten. But…i was stricken by this image…
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