arranging Its Self from these last days.
Components. Jude talks about components. Like a symphony . but….no….symphony is to BIG, too Loud. Too Much. What then, like what? Sym is the Greek root for same, with, or together. A Sym. a Sym of things long loved, New, and Still yet to come. That small weaving at the top, Jude Hill. That i have loved and used as small altar cloth for specific and particular needs. over years. i need to re write those words of Padraig O'Tuama that are here, on the index card. re write them for here because that card is the one that needs to be folded in my pocket until it is memorized.
this morning, just before light there was a SOUND. Utube Scream of the Red Fox. a single sound. once. the Owls are back…their migratory circular event…i thought….not a Red Fox, but Puppy. I thought Puppy bit the dust. But no….later, as i had asked Jenny and her man to stop at B Garden on their way up, which they did, and as we sat there in the plastic adirondack chairs , Puppy arrived. and i'm going to say this, about Jenny, here. She's not much into sitting. She likes to DO things. But because it was such an intensely BEAUtY FULL mid afternoon, after all that HEAT, such a wonder FULL gentle day….we sat and she indulged me with conversation that i wanted to have, with questions, that pushed her. About family. About Voice. about a Lot. I had to keep repeating….. " i am working on my End Game" …..so i need to keep asking. And Cynthia, in the background, whispered….Gentle Day. and it was.
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