i hope your laptop or phone can enlarge this….my phone is the best, it becomes larger, larger larger…the details remain….this body. the earthly body of an onion plant…..lying in a dry pile of pulled "weeds" of the Wall Garden….it had completed it's work and was self loosened from the soil…just came away and got tossed aside last year and i've passed it so many times….noticing, but not really. For some reason i picked it up and looking, really looking, i was spun back back back to the days when Kay Gould Caskey was teaching then and i became her student….DRAWING. as with Spirit Cloth, her group of students became a sisterhood and there was Dora….i have talked about Dora before….her Tai Chi, her silver hair with silver hair combs the tattoos on her arm, numbers from Buchenwald her sparkling eyes and Our Love for the dried forms of plants….drawing them. Nothing more beautiful than an iris than a dry, paper rustling iris….how we loved putting our pencils to paper and making our marks. Loved. and this now today….i carried it gently up the Hill. Cannot say how much this means to me in this moment.
and then…placing Her on this cloth that i love….Love on Love. What more could i possibly want???????????? and i thought, later in the day, almost end of evening, i would like to be a Museum. I would like to be a Natural History Museum. I would like to be made of small dioramas. I would like to be a diorama of small things…moments. Old boomeranging (Kay, a nod to Cas and tadpoles) Old boomeranging into Now and back out and back. I have no idea what i'm talking about.
Alyssia's friend Nathan, from when he and she were in the Navy….sent me an email. He has been following along here for a while…i don't know how long, but he wanted to say that and he wanted to encourage me to continue. It has meaning for him, all this. How amazing is this? a young man, i think a little younger than Alyssia, reading along here. He said he liked the telling of the DMV.
so….Nathan….Hello and thank you and love, for the encouragement. for helping me open to Meaning in seemingly stray energies that are rising up.


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