across the table, the Evac Basket on the bench there, the small zip lock with scraps of cloth that i particularly love, from back when i was making the log cabins, the spiral cabin pieces
a random handfull. that i placed and then set the Elephant on……., request of the cloth…..
that speak of gentle day fierce love and…steadfastness. no more words, just mind images. Enough for now. Let them rest together.
remember the white white Western Shaggy Parasols???? Everyday i watch the changes…it's getting intense….
she begins with her front feet which she knows she is not supposed to do and i say no, down but she can't help herself and she inches up until she is completely on my lap the fireworks are in the distance but to her an imminent threat and she presses herself into me.
we stay like this a long time.
ready
early this morning i opened out the page. Felt the anticipation of spending tonight with both 24 and 25 entering the Birthdays, their black/white/black/white borders page after page, 12 times. The satisfaction of that longstanding ritual. Took that thought with me down to feed Jack, lean on his gate, looking out to where the lizards are, somewhere, Looking at the morning which has nothing to do with squares with numbers. The word….construct. then, human construct. When i got back i googled. The ideas, concepts and frameworks that societies create to organize and interpret their world often manifesting in social, cultural and political structures. i think i can say that the calendar is a human construct????? Beginning here….the page of January, it's boxes. so Ready for a record of a life to fill it with words that tell a story of what Happened.
there WAS a pic above….it somehow disappeared. Will need to appear separately i guess. Ok then. Also, how it goes.
after the string of RainWind days, SUN. We receive and receive and receive.
my imagination gave the gift of an Elephant down in the Doe Forest…down by the far back fence…it was There…. It understands this Place because it is the size of the trees, the great Old, many years Old trees….and it is an old Elephant. She swings her trunk. trunk….i think of this as if for the first time ever in my life….have somehow kept Elephants at some distance so far…maybe Saved them for this last of my life????? Goats and an Elephant…..how great is this.
after almost an hour and a half this morning, there was finally this. i write every day in these notebooks, that used to be stenographers note books . Have since i guess my 2o's. and then, with Julia Cameron, i was told they were Morning Pages…a practice. Years. and this is what was, this morning. Nothing. for the last days, very little, but this morning….nothing.
whats happening here??????
the thought i had was to say something about "the weather", the RAIN and WIND but Self said….i don't want to talk about the weather anymore…the weather IS. Just is and nothing "said" about it ….serves. i wanted to just turn away but then suddenly, there was the awareness that
there was/is an Elephant in the Room. that said Wait. Wait. the "weather" is Climate Crisis. Climate Crisis. You cant turn away. and it opened out from there, the Elephant showing…..three examples of what can't be turned away from…. Climate Crisis Gaza Birthright just three of many, but can't be turned away from , because they are too hard. Need to be acknowledged. Need to be spoken about….given words. So….2025 … to Stand and Face. from Pinkola~Estes
Wind advisories. New this year. and even here, at A that is usually exempt from "weather', tonight…10 pm til 2 pm Sunday.
out of nowhere. a facebook advertisement that all day has held my attention.
the first and only thing in YEARS that has caught my attention, that i actually might want to BUY….????? I won't, but …..why would i???????
my wardrobe. for some years now…..zip hoodie sweatshirts , over things and under things, this time of year the So Loved Wool Sweater a kind of camouflage Black and GreyBrown i blend in.
Want to blend in. If i wore this…..i would be noticed. at the Post office or the Dollar Store.
So…where Would i wear it? Here? the trees would see me
2024 brought these. I look forward to taking them in to this next year coming. How they might evolve, their variations.
I like them, they feel good. The making of them, pencil touching, beginning with one mark then more, connecting, becoming the surprise of a Thought a Feeling a picture of A Moment. They tie into the teachings of Tara Brach and Sharon Salzberg that i also will bring….about learning to simply Be Present. To BE with just this. They've been all over, on the Table, in the Circle Basket, fallen behind things and under. I gathered them today and held them together with a rubber band. This feels good too.
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