i wonder sometimes about what i write here. Sometimes have second thoughts, wonder. Like last night. Should i talk about this Place?, this small metal home? my feelings about living here?
or not
maybe not? because it seems like some kind of hardship? When it isn't ? When it's just how it is for now, or maybe, who knows, for my Forever? Should i just leave that part out?
and i thought, in the middle of the night about how much i love word from others about their lives…how they live, things they wonder about, things they love, things they don't love, like maybe stripped upholstery window treatments? Would that maybe make me laugh…the dumbness of using any energy to not like that?
Kay sent a link to a young woman's Utube. Jonna Jinton in the north of Sweden. There are several, but she linked me to recent ones that tell of her great grief over the loss of the forests there to a Huge commercial Wind Farm. The great sorrow at needing to leave that land. She is a photographer, videographer, writer, her husband a jeweler. They have moved. Their life has gone on. What i loved a lot was their work to maintain their fire during winter, then her joy of shoveling snow to "help" the thaw of Spring. Small things. Her sitting in a lantern lit barn starting seeds in pots for the garden she hopes to have. She is young.
What i would want to read in Blogs, is
How do people live? How do they go through their "ordinary sacred" days as Marti so often says. And if truly honest, that would include those days of mumbling about a particular circumstance, no matter how trivial, or telling of a deeply difficult grief.
the important thing is….that it's all a part of the Whole. I think nothing should be left out. The blog does not serve then, to help the blogger see clearly, learn more. Love more. And in my case, to make that connection with me. To help me know humankind better, to see my own self in anOther.
so…not to worry, ever. I will say that, if it is a true tribulation. If it's just some dukkha…Buddhist…commonly translated as "suffering, pain, unsatisfactoriness and painfulness of mundane life. It is the first of the Four Noble Truths" Wikepedia I will say that too. You can believe me. I promise.
at mid summer last year, Jenny brought two lilac bushes in 5 gal landscape pots. They sat there, being patient, while there would be intermittant short conversation about where to plant them. They were for Alyssia, at A. They sat. No one decided. Finally, early fall, i planted them up above the Wall Garden some feet apart in what i envisioned as a tiny Secret Garden there, in a small cove of Scrub Oak. Their blossom buds are unlike any lilacs i have ever known before. They are succulent, plump. So much so, they make you want to eat them. Only a couple individual ones have opened, but….yup….lilac.
ADDENDUM: ok, i give up. the "selfie". i am wide like a frog or a toad. and maybe that's as it should be? I tried to fix that but it just got worse. So, you'll have to just get the drift
ADDENDUM 2 if you tap the pic i think i become normal. Whatever that is.
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