windthread

to hold the days still….to ask for a pause.    

i think to cut the dried Brown Eyed Susans….sprinkle them,   the seed heads,   on the mound of Ginger's grave.   Some might  take.    It was so hot,  the end of the day,  the peak heat  105+,  Jenny and her man coming,    digging.   We decided on the space  just inside the  gate of the Chicken Palace…a small fenced space   unused now for 4 some years,   that bend  in the  road  Up/Down  where they gather each evening to sleep,  where  soil is eroded and blended with  goat shit….spilling over down into that  Chicken Palace yard.    A  deep enough hole would have taken hours…digging out rocks….inches by inches  and the HEAT,    they are both 50 years old,  i watched them,  worried about heat stroke

so they dug down enough and brought her over   and ended with mounding the very fertile soil/fertile Earth .   I think flowers will grow.   the Brown Eyed Susans,  and i'll look for flower seeds  sent and  those saved beyond the usedby dates.   She might become a garden.  Ginger.   the prettiest Goat.

and i did/still am   looking  through that Archived month of  July,  2015….into August and on this morning to September  when OCB left.     The Gathering at the Well….Wendy is talking and amidst,  says    "the persona thins out"   and those words for me flash in a soft pulsing neon….i  "know"  this….hadn't known i know this but not until  it was  "worded"….could i  recognize it as something happening      and    reading back…that July month….gives me a perfect  example for understanding.    The me then which in an amazing  way is  still existing  ….as if that period of time is still Alive,   just ummmm,  overlayed by the Present?,  still  alive and just on Pause   giving me a chance to SEEEEEE   

it's all so amazing.