windthread

this here again because i love it so much….the rain~ness of it.   i searched for my rain jacket,  could not find it,  searching and searching remembering how daughter Jenny bought it and brought it the first day of my being here….3 years ago,  December 15.   I was not happy to receive it,  i was not happy with Rain.  was a desert person in the company of desert Goats.   a hard first winter.   Last circle through was better…i knew what to expect,  knew what to do and knew that soon enough the heat would return.    This time everything is different.  i have adapted.   I find self….singing…believe it or not….singing out to the Goats,  to Puppy and Talkie,   watching for a short break in the downpour and getting done what needs to be done with …..ease.   Part of it might be the relief  after Fire Season,  but that too is adapting,  tuning to Place.  This is my ecosystem.    i am becoming  OF  this Place.   There is a real  and palpable physical sensation to a connected ness with the Trees….i can FEEL what it might be like for them as the wet seeps into their bark,  i feel them as kin.   the plants…lichen…moss   their energetic vibrations rise all around.  i find that i LOVE RAIN.  Love the evolved magic of this Rain/noRain part of this planet Earth…the great great Beauty of the evolution of the Life here.  There is joy.   

first Mend.    a second has begun.

and the Red work continues.  Opening out in unexpected ways,  and this adds to the newness of this circle of season.   i can see that it began with finding the Carnelian stone.   being called by the stone.   which began the ending of a 3 week long  UTI that had me feeling helpless.   the second one in my lifetime,  the first was 30 some years ago.   Maybe i will be able to write about that,  maybe not,  but Red began there   and then,  Acey.    Time inside a small living space surrounded by rain give opportunity for a certain kind of sustained focus.  The little Cloth here is the one from Jude so many years ago that had become my Altar Cloth.   They are connected….as is the work of Deb Lacativa's gift with Color,  thread and cloth.  it's all a part of the Chakra work that has been at play all my life,  which…i smile…of course,  it would be,   being born with that root.  But how i chose to live it.  and what i choose to MAKE of it now.   it's all a Wonder.