i can choose. Every day. How i see and experience my life. Many nuances from pragmatic to totally SURReAL. All are valid. All carry Truth. Choose. Choosing.
i sat here, in this small house space last night a longtime. For a while, a dog barked in the distance, repetatively. Which means a dog tied or confined. A dog sensing but unable to Find Out. and i thought about sensing and finding out. about choosing.
and the dark became deeper. I slid into the Surreal. Where AM i? How did i get here? Where is Here? What is that on the wall in front of me that i call Evolution? What is Making?, like, really? i got out the collage images of Acey's 30 days. Looked. I thought about the woven cloth OutSide, hanging from trees from the early days of Jude. I thought about the exchanges with Jenny that began when she was pushed, finally, from my body FROM MY BODY, this 40 something old human being that i MADE…inside myself, then
pushed her out.
I read. Over and over all the comments left here and was so grateful for them. How reading them opened different ways of seeing
And i want to say THANK YOU, from deep in my Heart for all of them. Want to say how they validate the Purpose and USE of blogging to me, how we come to know Each Other and have a Sense of the Other's lives and can
WEIGH IN
with so many eyes and hearts. And how it is for ALL of Us. All of Us.
Alyssia was here this eve and commented that in phone with Jenny, that she said how Good a Day Sunday was.
This is Big. Big enough so it blurs the lines. That mark degrees from pragmatic to surreal.
Thank YOU
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