windthread

this is just across from the gate to the Wall Garden,  Campsite A.  Across the road up.   Looking down the slope to the creek,  inthe far,  the Eye of the culvert that goes under Carefree Way.   This is the direction i look if i am not looking over at the Wall Garden….while sitting in one of the resting chairs there,  the plastic adirondack  chairs.   Jenny took a day off from work today to continue her work of cutting dead limbs in an effort toward renting a chipper.   the chipper is $350 per day.   You need to be ready.  She sawed and then dragged branches.  I worked at the Wall Garden.   Off and on we talked.  But at the end of the day,  we sat.  Facing the HILL SLOPE down to the creek.  A completely different View.

at some point,  i looked to the right where she had been working.   I stopped listening to her and was struck silent.  Some Thing there.    Brain sees,  alerts Mind,  says Meera,  phonetic spanish,  Mira…..!!!!!   there was a SHIMMERING that was so familiar but not for Here….??????????????   My whole self became focused,  alert to the moment

the Hill is extremely steep there.  There are two horizontal Goat paths,  but feet apart.  In between fallen oak and pine leaf that is slick to the bottom of the boot…you slide.   The way down is to squat and slide slide slow which i did.   It's True.   It is a 

Cottonwood

They don't grow here.

Sunny the truck was parked there for a while before i came.   There must have been a bird that carried a seed from maybe a bumper,  the hood?   The size of the tree would be 3 years…they grow fast,  unlike Pine and Oak

Cottonwood.   repeat.  many times….. breathe in between.   Cottonwood seeds Self.  Grows.   Flashes Sun Light,  Glistens,  Shimmers,   Dances,   deflects the harshness of all else.  Cottonwood.   TREE.   This is Huge.