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July 15, 2020

there was more to the Story. I didn't find out until the next day when Jenny called. When Alyssia left to go pick up Julian, Jenny and her man had just pulled up to the little road that is next to the creek, just outside the Gate. They intended to stay there, wait, be immediately present if needed. When Alyssia drove down, Emrie saw the truck…she was elated. I don't know the details, have not talked to Alyssia about it yet, but Emrie was ADAMANT that she NEEDED to see her New Nana…it's been months. They stood, 6 ft apart at the edge of the creek, everyone wearing their masks….Emrie has a child mask…..she and Jenny spent about a half hour tossing stones into the water…one of Emrie's most loved events, they kept the distance, showing each other their stones, telling about their stones. What all else i don't know, but Jenny said Emrie was completely within the protocol. She would SAY…..i HOLD YOUR HAND, New Nana but didn't move close. It didn't seem to stress her. She was just so so happy to see Jenny in person. There was talk about Maybe, Maybe working toward being able to hold hands.

sitting next to this rock from N Mex i am thinking about Joy. How that word has played greatly over the years….talk of Joy abounded, personal joy, joy of much larger scope, planetary joy. Joy. I thought of how Joy in a significant part for me, has always been about Making. and how in these days now, i am not making. but deep into trying to understand SomeThing i am not understanding. and today, to wonder about Joy.

two things….one from Patty of roadlistening.blogspot.com….."maybe doing has lost its luster and Being is normal now"….these words hold a key

and then from Jan, re how we went through life….."unskilled and naive….thinking love would take care of everything"

and back to the post of 7/12….wanting to leave someThing for the kids…and not at all any Thing or Things, not a Cloth or any Drawings, not even any words except to say to them, to tell them, that i Cared. That i thought as Jan said that love would take care of everything. I somehow believed that. and i dropped the ball

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13 responses to “further and about Joy”

Mo Crow

July 15, 2020

I dream of a world where love is the answer… and I hold onto that dream with all my heart

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grace Forrest

July 15, 2020

i know, Mo…i think of you all the time saying that.
And in a certain way it is irrefutably true…Love
and yet, there needs to be a way to Love that is not
a dream but a DOING. Every day.

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Mo Crow

July 15, 2020

life is but a dream

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Mo Crow

July 15, 2020

“”There’s no time to lose, ” I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind
Ain’t life unkind?”
Ruby Tuesday The Rollng Stones

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jude

July 16, 2020

Love is (drives) Doing. What we feel/think needs to be done…changes. Change redirects doing, love. In perspective, then, all we need is Doing.

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Michelle Slater

July 16, 2020

I’m pretty sure this won’t take because TypePad doesn’t recognize me, but I get to Jude by signing in with Facebook and though you are not on FB, I’ll try that this time and if it fails, and email will follow. This distancing must be a trial for Emrie as it is for all of us, but we have the internet. Love IS the only answer for sure dear one. Don’t worry much about making, just doing a day and keeping the critters and yourself in some sort of order is enough. About leaving something for the kids…haven’t you already left them the land? Haven’t you been devoted to keeping the herd for them? Haven’t you done so much already that you needn’t worry? I say yes you have. This pandemic and the danger of fires is enough to worry over. We don’t know how long anything will last, but I surmise the pandemic and it’s aftermath is good for two years. I’ve set my internal clock to that and, though I don’t know anything for sure (except that love is always the answer) I rest on that for now.

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Michelle Slater

July 16, 2020

PS-FYI the time in Manhattan is 7:02a.m. Thursday 7.16.2020-I sent the email but IT WORKED HERE_WOWIE what a surprise.

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Marti

July 16, 2020

In no way have you dropped the ball…
How we live our lives is what we leave for our grandchildren; giving them a sense of who we are, who we were, through our presence in their lives; how we are able to share our simple day to day being, what matters most to us, that is love in action.
How fortunate you are to have your grandchildren so close to you. For many of us whose grands live far away, the hope is that they come to know us from past times together, from talks via phone, email, Zoom, from our words on letters, cards, etc.
One of life’s aspects that I hold so dear is how much our grandchildren absorb over the years; how much they hold close to their hearts, in memory, how much they do retain from being with us. Whenever we are able to be together, my grandchildren invariably bring up memories: GrandMa, remember when we discovered that secret passage at the Botanical Gardens in San Francisco…remember when we did crafts together…remember when we cuddled together on the bed, we called it our crunchy bunch time and read stories and stayed up late telling spooky stories and laughing…remember GrandPa when you showed us how to bake bread and we got all gooey with the sourdough starter and ate half the loaf of bread before our parents could even get a slice…remember GrandPa, how we loved working in your garden in New Mexico, finding worms, planting corn, how, we wish you could be with us now to work in our garden in California…
A simple thing, memory, remembrances, but it is the most enriching gift we can give to our grandchildren and for me, is wrapped around in love…

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Joanne

July 16, 2020

When my father was dying- he had only hours left- I remembered how it had been with us- as children. Not the really bad parts of it- but the funny sweet bits- and I spoke of that and told the stories-and sent him on his path to where one goes after Life ends. I did the same with my Riley. I would do the same with you Grace if I was near at your ending. Because I have many stories (that YOU wrote here) that I would remind you of and remember.

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Peggy McG

July 16, 2020

Love. How we perceive we give it, how the receiver perceives it may be another story altogether. How does our message come across?
On another note, I Love that Rock!!!!!!!

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Acey

July 16, 2020

We’ve all dropped the ball. It’s one if our shared generation’s most cohesive group achievements and at this point there seems to be very little value in avoiding or denting the obvious. Avoidance and denial Tends to manifest quite differently between older and younger boomers but that too tells a fascinating story of personal revisionism. Perhaps unsurprisingly i applaud your willingness to be honest in your self evaluation within this particular medium. It’s an important part of the collective healing process – admission and learning how to live with personal culpability in a pro-active manner.
I honestly don’t see how collective evolution can effectively occur otherwise.

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Nancy

July 16, 2020

Grace, your words, the words of others here pull at me.
But, the last sentence you write…a whole body response. I thought love could do more than it did, even with love in action. I may still be dropping the ball, but it is my survival.
Your family will, does know you in a deep way. Their memories will live within them.
Big love to you.

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maria

July 17, 2020

No , life is’nt unkind ; even it like to be hard struggle
and love isn’t wath the most love song goïng about
and yes : love IS the answer ! what do we think ” love is ”
the love symbol the red heart is of the passion , that’s is the first chacra , the chacra color of our heart is ” green “

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