from Saturday's Gathering at the Well my surprising self with the intensity of rage at the meeting of Netanyahu and Trump….Wendy, a Jungian Therapist gives me the the opening to the Shadow Self and i remember sitting on my Dearest and Best friend's bed, Marjorie Burke Price, Marge, a bowl of popcorn, we read the Visions Seminar and draw and paint and now, again, Wendy gives it years later and last night my dreams. my dreams. and today again, the Little Sleep this morning,,,,,the dream world clearly reaches into the day world this has never happened before
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coming to the last pic of CatherinE's post at gemtactics.net , her quilt, i was taken by a sudden very visceral urge to stitch.
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this piece, somehow left away from all the rest, all of which are out in the vehicle since Evac Days I think i'll bring it in tomorrow…….maybe.
Battery is VERY low…i have a lot to respond to, a lot i WANT to respond to from the last few days. Soon.
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i can't just add this over there as i'd like to. Going back that way does not allow me to "save" as i write and this might take a while, i might need to leave to take advantage of any break in the Rain for the evening feed. So this. It's awkward, but….
I'd planned to write last night but realized late that id forgotten to charge the laptop. So while that was happening i went back to NPR All Things Considered and listened again to the segment with Padraig O Tuama. It had been a Gloriously SUNNY DAY, one day between the Rain days that came before and the ones now, beginning to day that will come. It was a BeautyFull day and he is a Beauty Full human being. I wanted to go there, and go to his pod cast. instead i nodded off, sitting here at the table and woke at 12:25. Too late.
so now. Get it said and see where it leaves me.
i woke to news that was Beyond the Pale. Trump and Netanyahu sitting in the Oval Office discussing a plan for the United States to come into ownership…ownership…of Gaza to redesign it to become the riviera of the middle east. Stunned. as i type this i am still stunned. and part of this is the proposal that amounts to what seems to be nothing less than ethnic cleansing. You can read about that yourselves in different places…look for your own truth. it pushed me over the edge. There is nothing in me for any effort to "avoid hot topics" with anyone, anywhere. rather, anywhere, with anyone, i need to speak my truth. The thinking that it will be maybe just the next 4 years of chaos…just…. no. because what of the lives of displaced people during that 4 years time, the lives of babies born, young ones coming of age. How long will it take to relegislate all the harm if indeed there comes to be a chance? How these 4 years belong to Alyssia in her bloom of womanhood and Emrie, learning into her world…stealing their years.
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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
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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.
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