i need to do something different here. it needs to be just journaling for a while. Random. as it comes. No explanation. Not sure how that might go. or not.
I woke at 3 something…still dark…a soft soft breeze at the windows, dark still, dark at the screen door and i lay there, barely "conscious", eyes open tho and aware that i'd woken up from sleep, and the …..thought…..words…..came, This is a great life. softly, those words, soft words, like just breath….that light… but very clear and certain. this is a great life. and i smiled. and within moments, the concerns and requirements of the day ahead appeared. But they had different weight, different meaning. very different.
this is a great life. where do these words come from?
same place as the Sun Flowers asking Why aren't we enough?
so i don't know. But something is taking place. Of its Own accord. I am to: notice I am to: Let it in
and this is enough to say here for now.
above. the Walnut trees on the road to Gridley. that first year when we evacuated and i stayed two weeks at the Fairgrounds with the Goats, but then…Rain came so i came back to town. But drove that stretch of road and saw a
walnut tree
there are more than one, i see now. Not sure how many…it's difficult…always a vehicle coming up from behind and the speed limit is not one for slowly looking at trees…
but more than one, more than THAT one tree that has remained in my heart. and they are full. laden. i will return in the next weeks to find them fallen. Yesterday, i picked some. Will put in the cast iron pot.
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