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That night,  10, 12,  whatever many years ago,  still so new to awareness of….blogs….i came to Spirit Cloth.  I looked.  read.  stared at the screen,  saw a place for 

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and could not believe my eyes.   Eventually,  i found my courage and typed it in.   I said something like….i wander down  this road and see this house,  its windows alight with a soft glow.  Inside,  women sit stitching.  It's as if i've looked for this place all my life.  I stand,  looking in,  wanting to be a part of this.   And Jude,  in her inimitable way said something like,  Well, you're here.  

Acey was one of those women.  I think she was there from the beginning of Jude's blogging.  Long before i arrived.  I came to know her more during Jude's online interactive workshops and then through a blog she no longer has.  She has a profound DEEP Knowledge of Place,  Earth,  Plant Spirits that live in her Gardens and the woodland.  With them she co~creates Essenses "vibrational/electrical (energetic)  remedies that heal and balance the subtle bodies and general atmosphere."  Her presence online comes and goes.  You've read her words here in comments.  She is deeply Knowledgable and beyond articulate.  She is Joyous.  When beginning making the Cloth of the Plant Spirit,  writing about that on Aug 30 post,  writing about Asking,  Asking the plants here to teach me how to live,  The initial Ask was plain.  Help me.  And somewhere in a comment she mentioned how she had long ago sent me Joyous Warrior for the land in New Mexico.   so…i asked again.  Joyous Warrior,  for now,  that i feel i have become ready to Learn. 

Joyous Warrior arrived.  Accompanied by two others in Essense form and many plant gifts,  2 stones.  This is how they were packed.  Just this was so much enough.

 

 

 

 


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There is no plan.  I will just ASK.   Ask this Hill and the familiars from her Place.  Listen.  Maybe write about it here?  or maybe that won't be possible.  I have no idea.  But this is how We have begun.   I took the Magic Diaries Cloth,  the package,  Out at First Light to the Young Manzanita on the hill that overlooks B,  the point that is central to all three campsites here.  Spread it out and unpacked the box.  Then sat.

Do i go on?  or no,  ?,  i think it's ok. 

Without Any  Forthought at all…..

i uncapped Joyous Warrior and put 2 drops on the place of pulse of my left wrist,  recapped,  rubbed it in with index finger of right hand.

 

Two stones were included in the package.   I picked up what i identified as a Doing stone a tool,  with my left hand,  the hand of Imagining.    Then the imagining stone with my right hand,  the hand of doing.  and sat again.

 


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That was yesterday and as i've thought about it today,  it's a clear answer to that Asking of mine…of How to live,  how to have the Energy to live as i know i can,  as benefits the Whole.   Just this much would be enough

Acey….any thoughts would be so loved.  Thank You,  beyond Thank You

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15 responses to “Beginning”

  1. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    I have been to Northern California three times in my life: for the entire summer I turned 15, for 8 days or so the August I was 24 and 9 days the September I was 43. During the last visit my entire small but mighty family was sickened with water poisoning. Then experience and its somewhat gruesome recovery gave me a whole new appreciation for the expression ‘sick as a dog’. So when you, Grace, first started speaking of a maybe-someday move there I sent an email telling you to make sure you kept track of whatever was happening upstream of you. To be prepared and mindful in that particular way. I thought at the time it was the sole contribution I’d be able to make that might prove relevant in your new life.
    I have once or twice felt very selfish in the last year – coming to see pictures of a landscape that’s very dear to my heart over those trio of visits during very different phases of my life. Your young Manzanita is extremely dear to me. So I thought my renewed “purpose” for you was to remark on what a beautiful and appropriate flower essence her blossoms would make. But yet. Could never shake the feeling this was all just very thin filaments of a much bigger something I was meant to be doing.
    One day a few weeks back I went to the Gaia breasts firepit in the field. I asked, very hesitantly (because of what California herself made quite clear to me in ’03) if I was meant to return to California. To visit Grace, perhaps. A personal pilgrimage, perhaps? Maybe the don’t belong here thing was only temporary? Too many questions all at once to get more than silence. So I went back to the top and asked if I was “supposed” to visit Grace. Immediate reponse: YES BUT NOT IN THE WAY YOU IMAGINE.
    So I sat very attentively forward when you, Grace, requested the Joyous Warrior. And then so many other forms of sentient life made it abundantly clear there was a definite and undeniable pulsating connection between the two Places. The day I went out to fill the postal box with all plant materials of this Place, there were two workmen here painting the front of my house. They saw me gathering things and promptly climbed off their ladders.
    The leader asked me if I was building a Christmas tree. I explained (without really explaining at all) that I had certain friends who greatly appreciated all-natural packing materials from various trees and flowers. The one who asked seemed startled to even think of this possibility but the other one nodded with clear appreciation. That was the same day I realized I was destined to remain involved instead of fading to black like I usually do when I send something like this on its way.
    I don’t know what that means because I’m honest enough to admit I’ve never stayed completely open to it until this one powerhouse of a time. Because I’ve never been so intrinsically connected to a sense of Place in my own bones while bearing witness to someone else forging their own form(s) of such a connection. When I saw my first Manzanita tree and instinctively ran straight to it I had a very strong sense of genuine homecoming that has never ever left me. When I saw your young maiden of a beauty I wept from a place of deep gratitude I still don’t completely understand.
    In ’03 my son, husband and I drove across country, ostensibly so Tony could check out some colleges that interested him. We were also going to visit relatives. And I was, in the deepest parts of my heart, coming home. To the land of the bone-dry bleached yellow grass and those gorgeous trees of my heart. We came in at Lake Tahoe. Sat on the beach there with a nice array of the first healthy prepared food options we’d seen in days. Jim and I annoying the daylights out of Tony by repeatedly saying to him and each other “THIS is California!” About everything. And he kept saying yeah-I-get-it.
    In the late afternoon we set our course for driving straight through to our destination. Stopping only at the first chance we found for Jim to get out and hug some Lodgepole Pines. I stepped out of the car to join him. A gigantic force field stopped me cold – something I have never experienced before or since but it felt like being trapped in the clumsy overblown forcefields of the original Star Trek series looked. YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE. That was just the first of many manymanymany times that California herself sent me the same stern-voiced message. I keep putting it that way because after day two of this going on every couple of hours I thought to ask: Who is speaking to me? And was told: I am California herself.
    So. here I am. Very much NOT in California. But yet … very much connected to Her after all this time of believing She was something strictly from my past.

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  2. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    oh. I wasn’t sure you took all the packing stuff out of the box? at the very bottom there is an old Parabola magazine with the theme of Seeing.

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  3. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i did not. and just NOW, my fingers go deep into the Plants
    and yes.
    an old Parabola
    how deep do our connections GO???????????????????????????
    an old
    Parabola
    oh jeez.
    are We ALL LIKE This?????????

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  4. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i mean like
    All of Us
    who read here
    do we ALL go so so DEEP?

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  5. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    one way or another?
    i think we do.

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  6. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    quite clearly it’s the truth …

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  7. Michelle Slater Avatar
    Michelle Slater

    Yes, we all do, but each through different connecting points and each in personal specific ways. I’m connected to you because of Jude and Jude because of her Brother, and both of them from my gardening days on a 6th street Manhattan roof and etc. etc. etc. Actually, the weave of my own life, both warp and woof seems to connect entirely over my time on the planet and it just goes on like that.

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  8. jude Avatar
    jude

    and here we are.

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  9. Saskia Avatar
    Saskia

    trees are there , I was going to say ‘for us’, but then thought ‘no, not for us, they just are’ and if we pay attention they might give us energy…am browsing off and on through a very interesting book by a Dutch woman Maia Kooistra who has a deeply felt connection with trees; I attended a lecture in August and was captivated by her understanding of trees and how we relate to them….hence her latest book is now in my possession…’De aarde, de hemel en de bomen’ = ‘The earth, the heavens and the trees’
    my thoughts for now….this has been spinning around a lot these past weeks, the trees…..

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  10. Saskia Avatar
    Saskia

    meant to say ‘has been spinning around a lot in my head’

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  11. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    Magic Days!

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  12. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Each in our own way .. deeply connected!

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  13. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Lacey I have never seen a more lovingly packed package .. filled with such spirited love for Grace.

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  14. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    Grace is indeed very special to me.

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  15. Peggy McG Avatar
    Peggy McG

    I feel I too am DEEP.. and feel so at “home” here, although I feel I lack in the ability to articulate as well as others here do. I so appreciate all you write about and all who comment so beautifully.

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