even just a little, like one second….just a little pencil every day?
they continue, the atmospheric river and whatever they are going to call this WIND that is accompanying…..a HUGE wind that does not pause, this wind does not breathe
and she tells us the art of concentration is a continual letting go
i signed up a while back and here it is, Day 1 of the 28 days of February. and i Begin Again. i don't know how much will be the same as before?, no matter…. it's always about Beginning Again. and her voice. there every morning. all while things shift and slide….the word insidious kept rising today… he is a puppet, for who, i don't know.
but i do know….about Meditation. I know how much it has already held me as i have lived. and how much further i can go…if i'm willing. I am. I am willing.
she offers such Beauty FULL plain teachings. We begin today with Why the Breath? and one of the reasons she gives us is
it's portable.
we watch [the hearings] in disbelief.
from the door here. Down to Jack's Gate. at least twice. Every day. Rain or Shine.
son's daughter, my colorado Granddaughter Giana, brought her to me as a trip souvenir when they drove here 5 years ago. Lately she's been over there on the Old Cowboy's drawer thingy by the door. We have become close. Sharing some same sense of something. today, Episode 2 of the RumblestripVT podcast Erika Heilman series: What Now Sounds Like where she gathers no more than 5 minute offerings that listeners from around the world send of What Now Sounds Like for them right now. It's a RELIEF that there's no expectation or hope that stuff be "on the sunny side". it's not.
the old denim N Mex futon cover on the kids dragon branch. One stitch at a time….many of them.
these made it possible. This needle slides through like butter. the but/and requires a very fine thread…i have that oh so great fine but STRONG silk thread that Lace Lady tracked down in the UK. the eye of this needle is tiny. can be frustrating, OR, good Practice.
one of those things. a What Now thing. I used it for Minnow's bed in those first mud days of this rain season. It's fading even in winter Sun. Needs to be washed. but…..then what? Maybe just back to the Dragon?
flung over the back of the bench, my Town Pants. Wearing. thinning. What will i do when they wear…through? The only pair that actually "fit". Looking over and seeing that variation of the Magic Ribbon pattern in the seam I love them.
This morning the road gave me this stone. It's touch is incredibly soft. It's The Gentle Day Stone.
small personal chaos in my Mind
my brother still has it. The only phone in my family home..through all the time they lived there…through my years of high school and for them, beyond. and you can see, my dad was enamored of his dymotape gadget. Close nearby there was an hourglass sand egg timer. Long distance was expensive. My mother's sister, my Aunt Francis, was long distance…over there, on the other side of the state. When my mother would call, he would turn it. Said 3 minutes was enough for anything. Times have changed.
windthread 