windthread

i took the trash down to the dumpster thing that waits at the side of the road to be emptied.  to accomplish this,   i move the new vehicle down and back in front of this tin home.   There,  now,  at the top,  the Toyota truck sits.   the trash bags having accumulated in  his bed until i can't put it off any more.   The key is always  left  in the ignition .  i get in,  pump the gas twice then not again and turn the key.   it takes,  so far,  knock on wood,  maybe 3 tries.   this is a 30 year old truck.   He  has sat.  Waiting for work maybe a month?   In New Mex,  in that old life,  i would drive then to the Transfer Station about 2 miles and have a long and great conversation with the Transfer Guy.   Sonny,  this Toyota truck , had a lot of work back then.   

Tay gets in and we rumble down the "driveway"  to the big gate   open and close    and through and then to where this small road of CareFree Way touches Old  Olive.   I load the trash bags and feed bags and whatever else into the Bin.   Sometimes i continue on to Lakeside Gas and Grocery.   This time,  i hooked a left and drove up to the left turn at Lost Horizon.  I drove slow.   Wanting to stop,  over and over.  There are some amazing things to see on Lost Horizon which is dead end after a while.  There are some beauty full homes,  some interesting homes and on the right going along there is a long and continuous    DEEP  gash in the Earth.   a Ravine.    People along there have ENORMOUS boulders all around their homes,  their out buildings.   Looking,  it speaks of some EVENT  that occurred in this area that includes this  Hill,  some hundreds or thousands of years ago.   I want to stop over and over and take pictures.   Maybe sometime i will.  For Nancy.

we came back.   I untied the remaining 2 ties of the SunShade that survived the Wind on that A frame thing over the picnic table.   it's LUSH with spring grass and clover in a way i've never seen before.   What 6 weeks of relentless Rain can do.  I studied the Wall Garden and had feelings.  Looked under the cardboard that i'd placed and saw that it had in fact done it's work.  Thought about how i will meet Spring there.  Different.  but,  how,  different?

and then i just went and SAT.   Looking out at what is seen in the pic above.  This is where i live.  This is where i live.  What does that mean?,  where i LIVE?

i thought about how there are three kinds of real.   the first is the      real     of say,   the news,  facebook.  and it is real.   it's about things that are really occurring everywhere around.   it's about how life is playing out across this north american continent.  and then 

there's the Real….the real of life here on this Hill,  with Alyssia,  Jenny,  Jeff and the kids,  the Goats, Talkie Puppy and Tay how we live interfacing the first real,  OF the first real but more  and then there is the Other Real…that Real that takes a lifetime sometimes to experience that is the

Big Real.   that communication in response to the Intelligence of the Universe that asks us to ……to…..What?    To see the Full Beauty of the Possibility?????     I look at the Colors.  think…they are surreal.    But they're not…they are Real.   This  "sky",  this "grass "  of  Earth,   growing up from the dry brown of what it was.   it's Real.   The most Real