windthread

tomorrow it will be one week since i posted this image.   It has been PRESENT to me,  as has the actual Plant Being,  every day since.    I need to say words.

What this image doesn't show is the hardship this Plant has experienced.  It is leggy and scraggly and is amazing that it was able to BLOOM as we see here.   Even MORE for it's one child.   It was over run by the vetch.   and i knew.  and didn't do anything.

i knew.  and didn't do anything.

i had planted the seed.  which is a commitment.  and i did not fulfill my part of that.   

the day i took this photograph was a hard day and i don't know why,  but it was.   Nothing seemed to be going right,  i don't remember what all,  but things and the Goats were Hard,  all day…nothing being enough,  they milled about,  wanting and i could not meet that wanting.  Talkie too and even Tay….and i was full of anxiety about how i could possibly do things to keep the kid goats safe,  to move toward seperating them from Caroline in order to be able to milk her which is the most primary desire for a herd of dairy goats…Dairy.   Milk.  It was all a tangle.  and Cloth Making….how does this fit in?  And i looked at this oh so earnest and steadfast Borage Plant,  covered in a mess of vetch,  which also is Beauty Full in it's fierceness,  but does not allow for much other than its Self    and i went early morning the next day and pulled the vetch.  tossing it over the fence and the Goats ate it as fast as i tossed it and the Borage was Exposed.    and all week i have gone there,  placing more soil around her base,  some stones to help her remain upright.  Giving her water with a glass.  and i planted new seed.  Her kind.  they have yet to germinate.  

the responsibility.

i googled Borage that day.   its meaning/use as an essence.   for heavyheartedness,  lack of confidence when facing challenges.  as a remedy is said to bring courage to the taker providing a condition of buoyancy of the soul….stared at these words.

Acey…sparklinglotusink.typepad.com  Acey talks about listening…to trees,  plants,  flowers….developing a sensitivity to their draw…..that they call out.   Responding to that,  finding relationship with them.    And i now see.  i now know this as experiential.  When i was lost,  Borage said….come here.   Be With me.   and  i saw a plant beleagured but blooming,  none the less.   And in caring for Her,  i care for All of It….clumsey and inept,  but i go.

Thank You,  Borage.   Thank You.