here it's just pinned. Has since been stitched in place. 10 and 11. This one will take the Center position on the blanket i make for my self. It created its self. chose. its self. in order to show me.
i spent time wondering about "new Year". maybe it doesn't need to continue to have meaning…?….what exactly is the use of its meaning? does it serve good purpose?, any purpose? and on. There weren't any answers but it ended up staying. It's how we organize days and years. ok. but this time it was/is different. Things i've done for so long, that i took such pleasure in, just didn't happen. no fanfare, just didn't happen. the crab legs…a once a year extravagance. i made potatoe carrot soup. The ritual with the Butterfly Calendar….going through the passing year, month by month, bring forward what might be helpful or interesting as notes on the New Year's. I sat with January, 2022. January 23 has one entry on the third. the rest is blank. Waiting. But the Butterfly Calendar is strong.
after a week of, to be honest, Miserable Rain sog and mud, miserable because Goats still expect, need, routine…. today was Brilliantly and Elegantly SUN ny. the day Glowed with green, with reflected drops of rain, muchrooms i've not seen before, and ….and….the tree frogs….my "spring peepers" of the mid west…began their Song. tomorrow and forecast through the next 2 weeks…more Rain. the aquifers will fill. the aquifers will fill. this could be a song. but it does not erase the misery. That will come with February….i smile….a new month marked by calendar.
i am different. becoming different~er. i have no idea, zero, exactly what that means. I'll have to wait and find out as it happens. is a good feeling. it all connects with that post of i think 12~16, about the 77. that sense of becoming Free. i look forward to seeing how things
go
Much love to All here, and every where. But to all Here. Much.
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