twilight. Talkie goes to bed. Same. Every day. as she goes, slowly up the branches, one to another, she talks to herself, a long conversation of things, once she's there, on her twig, she stops. Silent till morning. to repeat another and another and another day.
What a great bedtime story tis is…like a children’s book!
I can only wish that my own routines were so stable and healthy. I guess Talkie doesn’t have insomnia!
(((hugs))) to you all for another day, and another and another…
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Talkie is such a cool chook!
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Every goes on was so difficult for me….but Talkie makes me smile
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The softness of twilight;the steadiness and routine of Talkie, patterns of being, comfort in this…
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I can imagine this…
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I would love to see Talkie doing her nighttime routine.
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just going … how it can be everything
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I would have chickens but too many coyotes.
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silence from dark till morning light
silence in my mind in my heart
the routine to goïng to sleep … goïng inside and be quiet
connect in love energy
we all go on isn’t it
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She must feel very safe up there … is she still laying eggs now and again?!
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She is a great example of good routines help keep one centered.
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she does not. even through all that “weather”, the winter rain, the atmospheric rivers, she chose her twig. and slept.
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she is. she is her chosen Self
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yes. a smile because of her insistence
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they are, patterns
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it’s a good Imagining
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i wish i knew how to make a movie
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we all do it in some way here, our just goings
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yes. coyotes+chickens= heartache
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yes, how she becomes instantly quiet.
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no…is fully retired from egg business
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love this thought, centered,
she IS so totally centered. Maybe that’s how she
is able to Just Go
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Do you have video mode on your phone camera? That’s all you need.
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I agree with Nancy. I can see it in my mind. A picture book. Drawing could be, IS as good as a movie.
Talkie Goes to Bed.
p.1: “Every day.” (picture of her twig)
pp.2-3: “as she goes, slowly up the branches,” (pic of whole tree
with Talkie at the bottom)
p.4: “one to another,” (Talkie on first branch)
p.5: “she talks to herself,” [Talkie up another branch(which one
depends on how many total)]
p.6: “a long conversation of things,” (Closeup of Talkie with
something to indicate her conversation)
p.7: “once she’s there, on her twig, she stops.” (Talkie on her twig)
p.8: “Silent till morning.” (Talkie, sleeping)
last page: “to repeat another and another and another day.” (?? a
double spread with p. 8, or something to indicate
‘another and another and another day.’)
Voilà!
This made me think about me writing a novella after my beloved Rani died. (Not for children, full of death, but a happy ending.)
Wow! Emptiness becoming openness. It is so freeing.
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Page 1 could also be simply a setting sun. And then a moon on page 9.
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This just makes me S M I L E
i love your ability to just GOOOOOOOOOOO with things
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