windthread

as usual…it's not light.   Tea.   sorting through everything in my head,  looking off,  out the Morning Window as shapes of Trees become more and more distinct,   Goats have woken and move past,  Talkie flutters down from her sleeping twig.    SUN  rises from behind the topmost rise of this Hill.   as usual.   and    SUDDENLY

it becomes a Rainbow Vision of what could appear to be finely spun glass,  crystal,  glistening,     ALL OVER   Out There,  all the  Trees are  woven with these Fine Slender Glistening Lines

i can't tell you

i ran out,  sure the phone camera wouldn't be able to see this    but it did…..at least enough for these images here

I've said this before.    How my kids,   Jenny and Jonathan each in their own time of inquiry,  would ask me about God…is God a Real Thing?   What is God?    Probably maybe in part because my mother,  their grandmother,  talked to them about God,  Jesus and those Baptist things.  or….maybe just from their own young life experiences?   I don't know…i never asked.   But what i ended up telling them was that there are such incredibly miraculous things  all around,  myriad miraculous things….Flowers of all manner,  Butterflies,  all patterns and design,  the migration journeys of  birds,  the SONGS of bird tongue,  the astounding magic of mating,  conception, birth….All ways,  All beings,   the thing of Sky   Earth   Wind   Seasons   Sun  Moon  Planets  the Oceans and the vast array of beings therein  Rivers   Stones  and i would go on and on until their maybe 5 yr old minds got tired of listening…and i would sum it all up with my sense of things,   that whateveritis  that  IMAGINES  all that,  sets it into motion,  that Grand and Great Imagination to me would be God.      Emrie right now loves the word     Enjoy.    and i would say   

that it seems to me that Some Thing,  Some Great Consciousness     ENJOYS  all this,  otherwise a brown insect  would be sufficient for a bird.  Nutritious.   A plain flower can produce plain pollen in a plain way and be functional to produce a plain fruit.    a plain single color dog could be sufficient.   a white fish.  

so when the kids came tonight,  i showed them these two pics….i said….this is the God Thing.  in the form of many many many oh so small green  caterpillars….not the "Phillips"   that we have had for the last 2 years,  but this year,   these even smaller simple green ones who spin a single thread from their bodies upon which they are suspended and as the breeze  flows up this Hill,  their single strands move in a horizontal wave to weave weave and weave between the branches.   And SUN,   SUN,   shows us.   

if we look.

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