cucumber curiosity   holly hocks….second year…They came from New Mexico.   How?    did they find me?   looking for a receipt….this   and looking…..open and inside ,   this photograph.    It's Memorial Day weekend,  the weekend  that is set aside to Remember those who have gone before.   how interesting….this pic,  in this unfinished card drawing…..Marjorie…

  sometimes all the way Down.  Sometimes half way and then Over.  Sometimes just as far as to visit the Hydrangea.  But we walk.   Us.   We walk.   I think.    What an incredible GIFT this is.   The words are trite.  over used,  Gift,  but it is nothing less.   I would have never imagined,  most of…

that Manzanita     coming home today from the day In Town at Alyssia's home. Please.  if you can.   listen to this "talk" with S.  Jenkinson.   I only listened once…need to repeat.  There's a LOT and some,  i'm unsure what i heard?   But in the last few moments,  he stated….   Totally succinctly,  exactly what i…

Jenny and i saw this on last Saturday,  walking back.   SomeThing happened in the life time of this Manzanita.   Maybe even a very long time ago.   There is Repair.   Self Repair.   Yesterday when Emrie and i were Out,  i remembered the phone camera.  You can see her legs in the background.  I like them together…

  ALL sentient beings.    I muck out the corridor from the Curry House,  the kidding House,  where Caroline and the two bucklings,  the two Wethers still live.   There has been Long and Strong RAIN.   Steady,  deep seeping RAIN.   In May. i rake and then lift and pitch it over the fence,  scattering it nearby. …

    Manzanita  

woke this morning to go read what i wrote last night.   I was not clear.    I was not clear because i was still trying to say things without actually saying them.   That's not going to work.   The urge to just let things go…as in stop showing up here,  taking a break or actually quitting…

Rough Gods.   Orphan Wisdom    Nights of Grief and Mystery Eugene Gendlin    Focusing i went there,  to look for understanding.   After a Lot,   what finally stood.   the word Betrayal.   FeltSense.   Strong and Sure.   If i were to     quit     it would be a betrayal.    of what?     Back again,  always circle back…