this morning. in its own way, so BeautyFull. and its Own Way is really all there is. wet "air". so much moisture. i tried to feel what earth must feel like, how the Rocks might feel, the Trees, trunks, branches and leaves, the myriad new green green plants that are in profusion Everywhere, moss and lichen
and a lot of time was spent, off and on, Here. There is some reason for the timing of this, of having gone down to the N Mex Honda car…for the rug, but immediately gathering these, that had been there, four years. and also the old Birkenstocks, impossible to wear anymore, but possible to sit with. and then, i'll bury them at B Garden. and the relatedness of all this to the surge of timekeeping, time tracing through blogs, time, timelines. i like that phrase, time tracing, tracing time and all the numbers that arise, that even tho i'm not into that, i can't help but notice that it's happening. I left New Mex on December 9, arrived December 10 on this Hill. I see that written on the 2017 Butterfly Calendar which wasn't a butterfly calendar but an Astronomy calendar, i don't remember why
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what if it's that i am supposed to remember? from now on, What if it's that??????? remembering requires turning full attention. Marking. ????
so i will stay for however long with this Cloth and these stones. Turn my attention. Fully.
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