windthread

from Fire Monks    " Not knowing is the habit. We become elemental ~ earth  air  fire  water".     

Letting it sift through,  much of what i'm feeling is from the demise of the Wall Garden.  I'd begun in March and been devoted,  imagining many outcomes,  but not the outcome that has occurred.  But, so, it is.   I spend time now with the Trees.   Their leaves,  these Oaks,  will remain green,  dusted with brown earth.  BrownGreen.   They wait.   I watch them wait.  i  breathe in their Waiting.   Waiting is quiet and still.   Not so much to SHOW.   unless,  like here,  SUN set,  that paints them with the Glow

i remember writing so many times….Receiving the Given…..in New Mex it referred to the Grass People,  clump grasses,  which there are not so many of here    I wrote….Receiving the Given with a fierce and pointed Will.    The words return,  but here,  Receiving the Given is      soft.   Is quiet.   is  unsure.    There is so much change,  even in the 3 short circles  of seasons that i've been here.   "Not knowing is the habit."