the first pic was added second. Late. I'd set the second one here earlier then drank some of the jelly glass of wine and with my chin propped on my elbows at this Table, drifted off to sleep i woke…..OH! and it was a reset this is where I AM. TONIGHT. Thursday. First pic. Tomorrow the Plan being to go to the Garden Store and talk with her, bring home some bags of supplements for this years B Garden. That's tomorrow. been planned in my head all week.
We meet at the Well every two weeks. This Saturday. Thursday Friday at the Well. I am writing this so i don't get lost, it's so easy to do somehow…..the reality of things being Intense, but somehow just dims and is lost for another chunk of time and i don't want that to happen with this. It's been a moody week
in the days before the Saturdays we meet, Wendy sends an Email. She says things. About life. About women. About living. About women living life. This time, she says:
"I was remembering today, a moment of my life when I lived in Canada. ……I woke up very early. Walked out the front door. The sun was not up yet. Just that dark blue light that is neither morning or night…and it was cold. I walked out a few steps where large brown grasses were parted and steam rose from the bottom. The deer had slept there. Inside the long wild grasses and the warmth i felt was like no other. It truly had a pulse to it. The left over energy of the emerging deer. The warmth of an animal that size is as exciting to me as seeing a whale breech the surface of the water right next to your kayak
and she went on to tell of the recent earth quake and a seagull at her window and ended with
"Humbled like I said. What is creating humility for you? Where are you bending a knee? Does being humble rejuvenate you or make you feel small? Does being Humble influence your capacity to be vulnerable? "
Wendy.
and back to Here….to this moody week of partly me, partly "the world", partly things within my family this thing i have about Truth how do you be truthful how do i continue here in this blog…..as in What's it FOR……? How i had awoken this morning to the thing of being honest and very honestly, i am sick of some things. Stuff is hard. ie: since the hot water heater has broken i need to wash my hair in the kitchen sink. i need to wash my hair to be presentable for our ZOOM at the Well….. and as with pic 1, i woke to Crow and battery powered lights and my hands smelled like shampoo and the Elote sauce i had made later in the day….cilantro, lime, garlic, mayonaise and sour cream and Minnow was Out…in the dark, .down in the Doe Forest with her most fierce bark to Protect and i looked here at pic 2 of the Glorious Plantain and how Minnow places her ball so subtly in the field of my attention, what brilliant Dogness, this and yes. I AM sick of some stuff, but yes too…..i am so beyond humbled.
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