windthread

Pushed the laptop across the Morning Table…to the other side where someone else sits.   Like this person would be someone else.   Got the tea ready.

Double clicked.   Made eye contact and said…."Got a minute?"   And then,  after some time,  i really don't know how long,  i went to Deb Gs…she'd posted it said,  so went and she liked the link to rumblestripvermont.com and i clicked on the link, went again, and this time noticed the thank you at the bottom with note about someone's new podcast and clicked and it all went from there.   Bianca Giaever  podcast called Constellation Prize,  the episode:  Crossing Guard.   The thread was pulsing.   Went down to give water at Wall Garden.  Listened while there.   Back up and the email notice ping,  mail from Fantastic Fungi movie site telling me that on Aug 2 the director of that movie Louie Schwartzberg received the American Visionary Art Museum's highest honor,  the Grand Visionary Award and this somehow led to Merlin Sheldrake

young man,  and how many Sheldrakes do i know,  only one and yes,  the son of Rupert who i remember loving for some Essay in the 80's,   but this is his son,  Merlin who has just published a book called Entangled Life.  Blurb says Merlin's " research  ranges from fungal biology to the history of Amazonian ethnobotany,  to the relationship between sound and forms in resonant systems. A keen brewer and fermenter,  he is fascinated by the relationships that arise between humans and more~than~human organisims.  He is a musician and performs on  the piano and accordian. "   He is admiring some fungal being in this pic.  Just look at that face.  and  googled  his father, Rupert to read a little there,  i'd not thought of him in years and years,  why?,  why? did i quit thinking about him and what he wrote?,  and on the page

this…LOOK at this Beauty Full face!  and i clicked it for just  minute and there was a round table of men,  the first of their exchange there totally compatable with my whole morning but i decided to just leave that for tomorrow,  if i can find it again.  

I sat and thought what all this felt like.  It was somehow very familiar and then i suddenly realized…it was like being stoned.  The tangential quality of it all,  this turning into that into that into that and being amazed by it all and how it all just went together so Beauty Fully in an Of Course kind of way and i was just smiling,  that kind of stoned smile you got when it felt like you couldn't stop smiling and it started to feel stuck but still,  the feeling of the smiling was so Great but there was also more….

and after awhile i understood it was that it had no Use,  any of it,  to the "reality" of my life now,  that it was uhhhh,  just the joy of being amazed and i realized how i'd been running  such a tight  ship for a while now and how this new life of just being Here, on this Hill is probably going to be for a long time and how i can pretty much keep abreast of important info fairly quickly by checking certain trusted news sources and MOVE ALONG       And i thought about how i'd learned that John Lewis liked to dance and how his staff said he was always joyful.   

I did all the things that needed doing and i even stitched secure 3 edges.   Spent some time with Talkie who was feeling extra friendly after her morning egg.   

I made a second batch of Hummus,  heavy on the tahini and garlic.  and it was  a great day.   All of it.   I think i want ALL of it.  I think i can HAVE all of it.  Why Not?