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sometimes when i can't  "place" myself,  when i am finding the Ground too shakey,  to littered with words and confusion,  as in this present state of the world and i say world,  because the Planet herself is solid and steadfast and same,  but the world that is playing out upon Her is a mess….so in these times.  In these times,  i often find myself with a pencil.  And just touch it to paper and go.  No thought.  just go.  and almost always,  it begins with an eye.  a human eye.  and almost always a woman's face will form around that eye,  because i guess it's what i am.  and often there will be a member of one of the other Peoples.  Bird,  Goat, Lizard,  dog, one of the Plant people.  It seems to take care of something,  ease something.   and i thought more about that this morning,  what it does and i guess what it does is allow me to SEE a feeling.   To give form,  visual form,  to a Feeling.  And this frees some angst…..to See it.  See it on the blank page.   I don't know how it works on this blog,  enlarging this, above,  but with the phone,  which is the camera,  i can enlarge just so much and i spent time with that today,  enlarging the lines,  the deposit of graphite on the paper and how just so incredibly satisfying that is…the total Beauty of it…mark on paper…particles from the pencil making line,  mark.

and then,  as if in direct response to me,  i see notice of the most recent podcast of Future Primitive,  Joanna Harcourt-Smith and go there to see.    I love her,  Ms. Joanna…old lover of Timothy Leary,  now,  old woman in Santa Fe N Mex,  so kind and soft and loving , full of humor and CURIOUS,  so devoid of ego she often feels like a newborn baby to me

and this podcast,  interviewing one Julie J. Morley,  whose research focus is Interspecies  intersubjectivity,  i listen to the interview and as if a gift of Grace,  i find a place i can Go,  a place that is speaking to what i know i need,  like air.  Like water.  An environmental  educator, author and speaker on complexity,  consciousness, ecology and interspecies creativity.  An alive woman,  living somewhere in California,  teaching children,  listening, learning,  Telling.  Kin.

sacredfutures.com,  Morley's blog.  Ok.  So i say thank you to the pencil,  to the marks that gave this image of woman and bird speaking,  calling,  the response to that.  

things are still possible.  and i'll put my energy there,  stand there.

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10 responses to “feelings”

  1. Michelle Slater Avatar

    Nice.
    First I got this: https://futureprimitive.org/joanna/
    Then this: https://futureprimitive.org/gaialogues/
    AND DID YOU GET THE PACKAGE I SENT supposed to be there by the 21st?

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  2. grace Forrest Avatar

    DEAR YOU, Michelle!!!!!
    again. i don’t go to the Post Office Box a lot. I don’t go into
    town a lot. I go sometimes. Today is Friday, the 22nd. I
    suppose i will go into town sometime next week. I don’t know the day.
    I’ll go when i need to get groceries most likely. OR, need something like a new hose because a hose here has sprung a leak. So, hardware store. I am not INTO going into town much. I love getting mail, but also love not needing to go into town much. Not going into town much i love the most. Once the Farmer’s Market gets going again, i get steady, go on Saturday morning, to the market, to the Post Office, to where ever else. But for now, not so much.
    i’ll let you know as soon as i know. We can trust the mail. It’s
    come through except for that once in the very beginning.
    LOVE and LOVE

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  3. Mo Crow Avatar

    (((Grace))) for the love of drawing

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    ” the deposit of the graphit on the paper ” beautyfull words
    i like it when the pencil touch the paper and goes his own way
    the youmeus

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  5. Mo Crow Avatar

    just rereading “The Lot” by Michael Leunig, here’s a few paragraphs from “Dying of Thirst on a Busy Planet” 2008 (pp259-265)
    “In Melbourne recently, I came upon a dying tree in a traffic roundabout situated in a sedate, Greenish, and reputedly well-educated neighbourhood. I had observed the tree being planted at the beginning of summer and was then gladdened, as always, to imagine how much beauty and natural influence it would bring to this bitumened little corner of the universe. Yet here before me, now at summer’s end, was the poor tree in its dying days – shrivelling and wilted, gasping for just one bucket of water.
    All through the summer, the citizens and local residents had strolled past the tree to coffee shops and delicatessans, or floated by on their sustainable bicycles, heads perhaps full of observations about art, sport, real estate and each other, but apparently no observations about the tree that was crying out for life. Wasn’t that someone else’s responsibility?
    Along the street, posters for the Greens party had been radiant, and all around, conversations about global warming, empowerment, environment, whales and Indigenous Australians flowed this way and that. But the indigenous tree in the traffic roundabout – the giver of oxygen, shade and beautiful spirit – was powerless and begging for intelligent concern. I couldn’t help but feel that here, in the midst of prosperity and urban sophistication, something radically stupid and brutal was at hand.
    It’s a small matter and probably an aberration of no sociological or psychological significance whatsoever. Perhaps it’s just disillusioned old me, neurotically identifying with a wilting tree as it loses its foothold on a troubled planet. Whatever it is, I still wish the bright experts every success at the Prime Minister’s conference*, and above all, I hope they can discover a way of helping intelligent people to notice a young tree dying of thirst in a traffic roundabout in their neighbourhood – and do something about it. If the conference can achieve that, it will have achieved a lot, and just may save the earth.”
    * “The Prime Minister has summoned to his court an array of bright & brainy people from across the land summoned in the hope that new ideas can be hatched about how to save a somewhat screwed-up nation from its failures. That’s not how the mission statement of the ideas conference will be worded, but it could be.”

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar

    I hope he gave a glass of water

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  7. Mo Crow Avatar

    of course he did as would you or I, Michael’s point is if more of us just take notice and bring water where it’s needed our beautiful broken world will appreciate it!

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    i say thank !!! you

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  10. grace Forrest Avatar

    it’s so much the youmeus…more and more woven of the Same

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