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  • f from 2022               next month it will be a year we have Gathered at the Well.    Wishes do come true.     Wendy.   Wendy Golden Levitt    Jungian Therapist.    Guided by Wendy's loving hand.    i no longer drag that bag along behind me.      The BeautyFULL…

  • enlarge the pic to see the Magic      don't know till i  post it….what the pic will actually look like?    but in the            moment        it was just so  magic.    when it was actually just the slight leak of the hose,   spraying out    on …

  • from    Us this.   is Good.    really   really   Good.

  • collaged photographs from National Geographic

  •     the Thread.   pulses.      She wanted to hear it all over again.   Who is whose mother.   Who is the baby of who.   When was that.  The order of it all.    while she was writing on her watering can     her name.   First     Middle   Last     N for nick names. Emrie Grace…

  •   yesterday's comments……             Margery brings the words of  William Stafford       go look and then,  oh….and then     Peggy McG       "Today what I do matters…and so will all tomorrows..but if no more tomorrows,  today I do..it may only affect me, or an ant, or a plant, or…

  • how we use the metaphor of the Thread am still with Marti's Telling…..it has a pulse      that   animates the Thread.           How reading HER  life,   i was left standing,  wondering,     Where Was       my      Aspiration?      What      Was   it?       OR   …

  • Please go to Marti's comment on yesterday's post.         We will           pause       here.

  •   so….just above,   2nd pic,    is right now just numbers,  no pic…..so i imagine it.       Here we are tho,  me and Emrie in B Garden…hallelujah for school being out and her NOT gone off to Texas   and   me and her,   us ,   in B Garden    and we noticed that the Aloe…

  • waking from Little Sleep      opening eyes and looking    body still    just eyes moving     over ,   across the "room"  of the place i live    to the shelf of Altar      and there in the farthest corner      those Salt Cedar sticks               …