not been a great week. really, tho , little things. but enough of them. none the end of the world. and this was understood all along, but they kept coming. and the truth is….there is a constant mental, emotional nausea. I want it to be OVER. Either way. How ever it has to go. OVER. so we can put one foot in front of the other. and the paraphrase from Clarissa Pinkola Estes… Stand, and Face What You Know. Women Who Run With the Wolves.
they came, Alyssia and Emrie, to bring Ice for the refrigerater and to take the propane tanks down for Refill. Emrie now can negotiate her seat belts alone. i watched through the window as she did that and saw her with something in the palm of her hand….care FULL….carefull……and she got out and leaned into me and held it up……Rose she said. One word. Rose.
a petal from one of the roses at her house.
a petal. but for her, a whole
rose. Gift. in one petal. Carefully carried all the way here and gifted.
She is so incredibly changed by Kindergarden. It is beyond stunning to see. Like that moment when the chrysalis cracks open and the ButterFly eases out and opens it's WINGS…..to become what it was destined to be
ALL that she is LEARNING , just Taking in like nectar….it's stunning to watch…her JOY learning how letters go together to form WORDS her hunger. hunger to know.
and she brings this single petal. says Rose. oh….oh…..
in the book, he says…."chart a path towards a future …. less extractive, destructive and unequal and more just, kind and regenerative"
and instead of switching the ice, what i really wanted to do was this. I took the Wall Cloths off and hung the Earth Sheet. Pinned and pinned and pinned the ….blocks?, i don't like that word. ok, so…components?, i don't like that either,…so
the things. i pinned the Things. I want to, need to, wake up in the morning to them pinned like this.
then i did the Ice.
windthread 
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