windthread

the gate.     i drop Jack's feed over and he eats while i lean into the gate.   the pallet   is just ahead,  maybe 3ft away.  against the trunk of the Old Pine.     on either side of the old tree there's  branches and twigs,  plants and beyond,  that's Jack's tent house,  his  rain shelter.  It's a tarp.   The back fence is maybe 40 ft away.

The vague shades of blue are spaces where,  aside from the trunk of the Tree  they will appear.       So i go there,  every morning.  Drop the grass hay and call out….Hello    Friends      Are you here?     Sometimes they're  waiting for me.  During late spring and early summer,  often on the pallet.   But when they're not,  i call and wait,   scanning all the blue places for any small movement.  and i mean small.  the turn of a head.   small.   It's  one of the incredibly beauty full lessons they've taught me…to    see the slightest hint of motion ….and Wait.    Then they come close.  To the trunk of the tree,  to the pallet.  To the branch that curves down.   They show me other things.   The difference between Leaping and Jumping,   playing,  disappearing and reappearing  and most important,   how to WAIT.   How things Take Time.         And how this happens,  i'm not ready to try to give words to it.   With them,  there is no language…just  uhhh,   a Full Space of Being  that includes us within it.   I thought this morning,  maybe a little like that FeltSense.   ?   sorta,  but also not .   Because it doesn't belong to me,   but is someThing that comes into existence between Us.  New each time.   

maybe 20 minutes,   all this…sometimes more.   and then i say  I love you.   Thank you.   May we be Safe.    Gentle Day.   And i go off  ….to practice what i've learned in other ways.