i worked at this post for 2 hours off and on. Typepad being touchy again, and even now, finally, only giving 1/2 size pic. BUT
1/2 is ok. I worked at the block all morning and it just wouldn't happen. I got to Six and just could not find a way to go further. Nothing worked. I tried a thousand things. Gave up. Went to give water to Garden and then looking over, as i squated to turn the water off…to that huge broken Tree
i thought to go there and sit a while. Just BE WITH it, in its brokenness. There are energy feelings there. not "human", but a kind of vibration or slow pulse. I thought about taking pics so you could understand better but it wasn't right to do so i went on back into and over and came upon yet one more fallen, broken Pine. Same break, maybed 20, 30 ft up the trunk. Just broken but this one fell fully. upon Earth. Went further and saw the one i already knew had fallen but had not gone to see. This is 4. Very Very Large Very Very OLD Trees. All Green. Alive.
Came back and sat at this little impromptu bench Jenny made for Emrie and Brinley, they call it the music bench and i made a song on the steel tongue drum. For the Trees. Me. this Hill. Our Earth.
Did the thing to take all the walnuts and liquid out so i could again start up the Camp Oven burners and put them all back and fired it up for 3 more hours of steeping today. Brought the block OutSide and it all looked different. I found pieces. One at a time. And it might just be one of my most favorite.
I thought all day…i wished Marti was here. Marti, the Master Bundler. Tomorrow i will bundle the sheet. it's really big and i don't know how i will be able to do it. There's no space here to work. No table space outSide big enough. But something needs to happen.


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