windthread

i've said this a few times.  maybe more.  about waking.   first thing.  often just before first light.   Looking out the window which is maybe 18 inches from my face,  out the window and into the branches of the trees…which are just feet from this window…each leaf distinct,  i wake…look…for seconds….i am There/Here   and then…the All of What's Happening Floods in and i get up,  walk into it,  don the costume,  the dress, the shirt of the Ugliness and Fear that abounds,  the heart wrenching Challenges of Change for the Good of the Whole …all that…don't need to detail…we all know….and i  "put it on"  and wander into the day,  wearing it.  It's heavy.

i realized this morning that i have been missing the POINT that has been trying to show its self to me over and over.    The Point is NOT the costume i put on….the POINT is those milliseconds .   I,  the me who is me,  have not changed….i am me.   The tree branches know this and reach out to me.  I see them,  see their Beauty in dawn's light…feel them reaching….we are ok,  me and tree.  We are as we always have been.   

can you see?   just to the right of the Onion?  Two seed leaves and……already a RED stem…..from Birth….

Red Malabar Spinach.   there are 2.   the Wall Garden at A.   and this evening,  at B,   4.