often enough i wake in the morning before first light and have misgivings about what i had posted here the night before, in the Dark. Too much this or that…not enough. But then when i read it…it's ok. It's true and the trueness is ok enough and i just go. This morning….not. I'd quit last night because it wasn't. But i was unsure what wasn't so just gave up and went to sleep. It was cold.
What wasn't was the word. Reciprocity which is a very sacred word to me. A loved word. Like, really Loved word. A holy word.
i looked at this pie plate with some of what B Garden has given. What's reciprocal? What Received? I did. What was given? other than what was necessary so that i could receive? What was given for Other?, in this case, this Hill? What was given to Hill in reciprocal exchange?
it was all for me. or me and my Own.
What is reciprocal about Us on this Hill, this Hill of Land, Earth? We are squatters. Hill has been here. The Trees have been here. This Earth has been here. Because of the Old Cowboy, who came from a long line of squatters, my daughter and her daughter were given enough MONEY to
purchase
this Place. This Hill. These 6 acres. And as the story went, they brought an old woman and Jenny's Goats and a dog and 2 cats and they changed it forever so far.
WHAT is reciprocal about this?
Old woman likes to plant things, grow things so she uses a pic to break up the granite soil. She brings in bags of stuff from Tractor Supply and adds it, positions pots. Goes religiously, RELIGIOUSLY, Every Day and gives her plants water. She makes a funny little bird bath on a metal chair. She finally grows some flowers. and Bees come. Goats roam, like deer may have before, but they are confined to the acres by fence, so they roam in repeated patterns changing the Earth with their shit.
WHAT is reciprocal.
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