feeling. There is some kind of shift this morning…season. It's turning. and i will be here, in this Place of such extraordinary Beauty. Where Life vibrates at such a High Frequency. Feelin a little crazy with it.
This human being has learned to walk. She walks up and down a hill. She walks among Goats. Eats fruit off the bush. She is often covered in dirt from the Earth. In this snapshot of her yesterday…taken for no reason, later, looking at it when she is gone i am struck by this face….that in it is the Whole of some Soul that chose this incarnation, a face that could be any age, One or 30 or 50, but she is One and is being weaned from her mother's breast which is causing her Great grief.
I post this early so i can come back and look again throughout this day. Now i need to Give Water to the little personal garden at B, bury the mole, walk with the Goats. Watch the Sun's light spill over the Hill. This Earth. This human life. oh, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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