windthread

i did it.

went to B Garden.

it was not at all what i'd expected.    

There will need to be some days of journaling for this.    But i went.  finally.   

i became aware of how i had been spending the day wondering.    Wondering can be good and also,  not so much.

At the time of awareness,  it was about replenishing the number of Goats.   When and how would we/they?   and i realized i was trailing off,  how particularly complex this particular wondering can be and thought i should focus.   I was sitting in the resting chair half way up from Jack's Yard and as i thought to come up and find the Leaf of yesterday for focus,  looking down to stand,  there/here    this being   was.    …..   as if…..no,   InResponse     to the unasked question,   there it was,  leaning against the hose at the toes of my crocs   maybe the size in it's whole circular form of a dry breakfast oat.    an answer.   Keep it simple

i googled Patchouli and the first thing that came up was   Reddit Jan 5  2025   "What does patchouli smell like and why does everyone hate it?"

did i talk about the Praying Mantis dream here?   or was it just in the gathering at the Well?

either way,  this came yesterday, a gift from Beth.   Thank you beyond thank you,  Beth….i'm not sure what all it will mean to me yet

 

 

 

 

 

 

there are many kinds of Grasses on the Hill.  They appear in communities.   All either are or are beginning to set seed.  These just across and up a little from B Garden and catch the wind or breeze,  dance in unison.  Stopping to rest and looking out upon this it's easy to fall into a meditative state.   It's color…a dusky purple bronze

jeff weedwhacked the overgrown hill by the Gate,   Jenny,  her man and Alyssia chainsawed and stacked the fallen branches,  the girls got their first experience with the small chainsaw.  Goat feed,  Hay and pellets were unloaded.  sub sandwiches made and eaten.   julian stayed home to bake this pound cake with exquisite sweetzingy lemon glaze,  was picked up and brought and the day ended  this way.  We have been so many things and are,  on going,    

this was early this morning.   it's now almost midnight and it remains the same.    

for as long as i can remember it's how i begin a day,  like a conversation with my Self.  These days have not been deliberate,  just how it's been and today i stopped to notice.    maybe in the morning there'll be some kind of response?