windthread

the black/white magic beads.   In the old days,  they would have been seed beads but then Jude taught    Thread Beads.  even more magic.   7 black and white  ending in a single african red blood bead.     Here,  Crow carries them  and  this time,  since  it's the year of    77,    it seems that there will be two strands.   I wonder what will happen.   

 

They all say all the time….she's just like you.       I wonder what that means to her?

My X,   this son's father,   Jenny's Father,    rented a 5 bedroom B and B between Oroville and Chico.   He wanted to come for Thanksgiving.   He has.    As it turns out,   everyone has been there.    Today they all created a meal.    Tomorrow,  Son will bring me leftovers which will be great.   He's a Chef at a high end establishment in Denver.   he can cook.   I have sous cheffed for him in the past and it is an Experience.

i don't participate.  There's a lot of water under that bridge.   For a very long time.    But this year,   things have changed….smoothed out.   Gentled.   it''s just how things are,   so many things,     are Just How They Are and there seems to be a softness to it all.    Covid has worn away so much,   left so little.   and what's left is soft and  well…just how it all is.   The kids have experienced COUSINS…..real children,  still novel,   for Emrie and Brinley,  a world they  have only imagined.   There is a very large room there,  with many big couches and 2 bunkbeds,  a pool table….Giana told me.  And places to hide,  she said.   Hide and Seek being popular,  still.  Still.  After tomorrow,  they will all be gone.   Over.    Memories.   Emrie will tell me the stories.

i like the pic above a lot.

 

 

 

granddaughter Giana.  8 yrs.   I have not been in person with her,  her mother,  her father almost 3 years.

 

me.   my son.      

today the town of Brunswick,  Georgia said

no more.    one town at a time.   

 

there were many things.    But they were,   uhhhh,  too much.     What was not too much was this first Essential Being  in the upper right corner.   Not too much,  not anything small,  but truly exactly what it Is.   What it has always been and what it has come around again    To Be.   

 

 

 

 

it might appear that nothing has happened,   is happening.   but not so.    Today,   there is  Sky.   Made with Inktense.   Which is significant,  because now the leaves can come.     and the human being  is  more defined.   this has to be so care Full  because i don't know.   So just a little at a time.   then rest and  look.   

and i think more how cloth and thread are a Language   

this way.    it hadn't rained.   This is simply the moisture in the  "air".   It was magic.

 

and then    slowly became Day.    Day  Night,   Day  Night.   over and over.  it's all we know and

all we count on.   Tonight,  as Alyssia, Jenny and Emrie left there were all those small bats  flitting and darting and hovering overhead.     i could not possibly want more.

 

 

and to give self permission to

Stay

somewhere.    As in this moment with Crow and China Dog.   To not feel the demand to go forward,  to present

something else

but to just stay.   

i know i am always saying this…about the On Being Pod Casts,  but this one,  oh…so much for real…..The Future of Hope 3  with Pico Iyer and Elizabeth Gilbert.   I was amazed by her.   She's always been good,  but what and who she has become recently is so way beyond that.     Who'd've guessed.   I almost didn't listen but then i did and i am so grateful.   She said a lot.  But she said this.

"I feel very strongly that there's an intelligence in the universe that wants to communicate with us and I think that it tries to find us in however we are most…..that we can most find it."

i loved.   That she said this with just these words….communicate with us.   Communicate.   Not just awareness of It,  but

communicate

so Beauty Full to me,  so much what i have been feeling is trying to happen.   And she gave it words.   She is plain spoken.

 

a Big plan A for the day and then the battery of the vehicle was dead.    Crow and i watched the Rain.   China Dog watched Crow.

i wanted the pic to be CLEAR.   tried over and over.   this is best it got and still….not quite.  Why?    and i think….maybe because it is in motion,   the essential being.    I envisioned These today,   moving out There amidst tree branches,  one hovered overhead.   

if interested,  go back to Liz's comment yesterday   it set free all  manner of things.