On the same day that was Mustard Yellow, the package arrived Via Alyssia. From Acey.
i opened it just before i went….to sleep. Set the contents out as you see here. Two stones. Upon a Cloth, ribbon, Bottles. Each their own Name. I sat, looking until i coudn't and then went to lie down to sleep.
I woke…eyes to that window of branches…orienting to awakeness…and there was a completely different Sense to things…there was a whole shifted Vibration and the words came…
Flowers are Immediate.
Essence holds that.
then…. Without all the SubText. Without all the narrative, without the comparisons.
like Flowers. The immediacy of Flowers.
she sent me a bowl from her potting shed because i can't go find one. a bowl so Alyssia and Emrie and i can learn to co Create an essence of Here.
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