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Equinox How we roll

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how it went.  Equinox is Loved to me.  Signaling the movement into the Season that I find hard.  the Tipping point.  I am so dependent on SUN.

today, the oddest of days,  i needed to get to the Post Office for a package from Acey,  that would have been better gotten Saturday or even yesterday,  but i couldn't   so today and for whatever,  WHAT EVER reason,  today was also TIME for the laundromat.   I looked on the calendar and it was March 2.   when i last went.  I do laundry by hand and that's kind of ok but not really.  So  i loaded the bags.  You see them above in Martine,  the "stroller" that Martine the woman gifted for Emrie's  birth.  Martine the stroller has become a multipurpose Being.  Emrie no longer Needing a stroller,  but sometimes really loving a stroller during Goat Feed.  I use Martine the stroller to haul my groceries up this Hill.    Today,  i used her to get the bags of laundry Down the Hill.  

Laundry is an issue.  If anyone remembers from back in N Mex,   when i cleaned for Bill and Nelia,  i did laundry.  Crisp sheets.  Pillow Case.   clothes secondary,  but close.   

so i don't know and i don't want to spend any time trying to know,  but what it is is that i DID it.  I WENT to the laundromat and washed all these months of stuff.   It's Ready for the Turning.  and there is a vow to never let it go this far again,  but…..i might.

I am FULL of tons of FEELINGS of all kinds.    Equinox.  The tipping Into.  How the mundane can be kind of sacred

 

 

 


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  1. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    i cried like a baby while i watched the tape of Greta Thunberg’s speech at the UN …

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  2. Michelle Slater Avatar
    Michelle Slater

    I wept too Acey. Three times today I have watched it and each time felt so deeply sorry for her and for all beings everywhere. I’ve no children or grandchildren but all children move me now. All wounded creatures wound me. I’m still capable of distractions though. I’ve got a Zen community for refuge and to practice equanimity (which is nearly impossible). Each session I repeat the vows three times knowing I will break them no matter how much effort I make:
    Sentient beings are numberless.
    I vow to save them.
    Illusions are inexhaustible.
    I vow to put an end to them.
    The Dharmas are boundless.
    I vow to master them.
    The Buddha way is unattainable.
    I vow to attain it.
    My prime-time has passed and I am now one of those adults who could not stop the disasters, who participated ignorantly and who never had the power to make policy or cash to invest in solutions. When I did get a boost of cash once, I changed the light bulbs, got an energy efficient Air conditioner and refrigerator. In my youth I dreamed of transcendence through the arts. Later of running away to a commune and living off the grid, but I got stuck right here in this apartment for forty seven years in one of the hottest Cities in this country.
    I too do hand laundry in the bathtub daily and visit the laundromat only a few times a year. You are not alone…I’ve been sleeping on the same bedding since late March. It’s okay.

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  3. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    I love this comment so much. More and more I begin and end my day reading the ever-flowing conversation here because it doesn’t just speak to the healing potential of disembodied affinity. And/or the company if women who hold a primary power if words given a human face and form. There is also a dignified and enormously articulate level of truth and authenticity of experience that is shared. Nothing about Windthread’s community is merely performative or transactional or an imploding screen of slick/superficial surfaces. And that level of compatible distinction, wherever I’m lucky enough to find it, holds very deep meaning and solace for me.
    In all truth I’m not sure I could continue to keep my linear/mental balance in the face if what’s happening to our beautiful country, planet and species if I wasn’t mindful that All of US (as Grace would put it) maintain an active energetic coalition. It ripples in many directions. I frequently meditate just above the crests if these ripples.
    The dear friend who originally gave me this meditative visual to hold is in a strong position to know what he speaks of when he assures me innumerable humans are gathering in comparably small and disembodied ways. The theory/purpose of the meditation is that if we hold ourselves just separate enough to see ALL the ripples formed by intermingling coalitions we will also see the aspects of ourselves and humanity that offer us the greatest strength and comfort in that moment. As these arcs engulf our consciousness we actively envision it flooding our central and sympathetic nervous systems. In a fluid continuous way we visualize the flow returning to source with our own energy added – for the benefit of All who may be in need.

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  4. Joanne Avatar
    Joanne

    Greta made me weep. I have felt this for such a long time. The destruction of Earth. I use very little. I try always to say “is it needed” before bringing anything home. Anything that will decompose goes into the bins. Very large and deep. Twenty years of use at least. And I teach. Gardening and permaculture and Hope.

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  5. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    The autumn equinox begins my new year. It has always been so, this going into the quiet time, the gathering time, gathering not only what has grown in the garden but harvesting an inner peace of mind, a simple daily acknowledgment of the joy of the ordinary. It could be that this is so much a part of me because my birthday is in the middle of September.
    I’ve written and spoken of the gifts of the land, the ordinaries that become sacred, just by taking the time to notice, honor, protect, never harvesting more than is needed. Ritual plays a big part in my . Every September as the autumn euqinox draws near, we pick our ornamental corn, our Indian corn, to bring into the house, to sit on a counter, in baskets, in caszuelas, placed on a woven mat next to one of my candles, in homage to the season. The corn is multi colored blues, reds, white that become blessed when Gaia comes along with her brush and paints even more color to the corn, purples, deep blues, rusty red hues, sometimes a mingling of blue and red kernels that give such a rich tapestry of autumnal color-all deeply welcomed and received gift of the season. Before bringing in the corn, a few kernels are always removed and scattered on the ground, giving thanks for this gift, giving nourishment to the birds and squirrels. I know that our squirrels enjoy this as well as our hot chiles! Another practice is to remove kernels from each cob to place in my little basket that sits in my nicho. These kernels will become next years crop of ornamental corn. Simple acts, sacred in meaning to me, giving quiet joy and purpose, year in and year out.

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i am going to work with this

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  7. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    every day, i watch Emrie. Think of her reaching
    womanhood. in some kind of world.

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  8. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    your corn this year is Extraordinary. nothing less than
    Extraordinary

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  9. Michelle Slater Avatar
    Michelle Slater

    Be U Ti Full

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