off all morning…just now….who knows how long. So if Joanne's Tin Foil suggestion doesn't work,
and if i just am not here, please know that i'll be back sometime, soon as i can. That i'll miss being here.
and Sitting in the Morning Chair this morning, i went through that Drawing Book that i'd begun for the Field Notes. It will be where things are when not here. And some loose pages in there, looking through
This from Nancy Erisman, pomegranatetrail.blogspot June 3, 2017. Not written properly because i don't know how to single space for the poetic form….forgive…
Sometimes
Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest,
breathing like the ones in the old stories,
who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound,
you come to a place whose only task
is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what you are doing right now, and
to stop what you are becoming while you do it,
questions that can make or unmake a life,
questions that have patiently waited for you,
questions that have no right to go away.
David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You
so for a while, all the cloths will rise up from the images and feelings of these words. This will be the first. I'm hoping there will be many.
ok….am going off here right now and wrap the tinfoil.
Love to You All
Jenny sent this just now
Where I'm going.
windthread 
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