these last several days….THINGS….and too much. I need days of what might seem to be nothing. But are
open ness, a space. an open quiet space. I can bring all from these days, slowly and gently and sit with them, feel them see them how lizards have taught me.
it's been dangling for Ever.
and even tho there is God and Jesus, there is excitement because the Tooth Fairy will come
Sharon Salzberg's Election Series part one. Anger Fear Anxiety
Beth alerted me to the upcoming publication of Robin Wall Kimmerer's newest book The Serviceberry Coming November 19th. This, from the blurb on Amazon:
Our economy is rooted in scarcity, competition and the hoarding of resources and we have surrendered our values to a system that actively harms what we love. Meanwhile, the Serviceberry's relationship with the natural world is an embodiment of reciprocity, interconnectedness and gratitude. The tree distributes it's wealth, it's abundance of sweet juicy berries to meet the needs of its natural community and this distribution insures its own survival. As Kimmerer explains, "Serviceberries show us another model, one based on reciprocity, where wealth comes from the quality of your relationships, not from the illusion of self sufficiency. "
so. I mark the day here. Between now and this coming spring, i will find where i can get locally grown treelings. Serviceberry is native so i look forward to this. Plant them where they will initiate Intention.
photograph from Google Search
it just happened again. last night and then just now….all these words here and when i push publish, go look, they are Gone. Will accept it this time.
the girls are seven. the other day i overheard talk of God and Jesus. I asked Emrie where she had heard of these things and she said TikTok. Well. OK then. So, last night and then just now i wrote a lot of words about God, the god thing….and i guess i'm just supposed to leave it alone. This picture is enough. is from Rumania Fistolin Liviu
the time of Many Feelings.
When all that was is done. When all that will be is unknown.
As it goes, YouTube gave me something. i was not looking. I could not have possibly looked because i had no idea.
The Tuareg People. A Berber ethnic group traditionally nomadic pastoralists who principally inhabit a vast area of the Sahara. The Azalai is a semi annual salt caravan route practiced by Tuareg traders between Timbuktu and Taodenni salt mine in Mali. Their observannce of the night skies indicate the time for milking goats. Venus Talernt the she camel wakes up Ursa Major . Awara, the baby camel goes to sleep Ursa Minor. Dailly things. But then….those semi annual caravans…. There is so much to learn.
Here, we are on the brink of a whole new chapter on the Hill and simultaneously the Tuareg People live as only they know how. So completely different and under the same night sky. same stars. Simultaneously. What to think about all this?
just out of nowhere on the bottom of the To Do list. Thank you, pencil
typepad is odd tonight…but brought this and it's good because we often miss Sunny Ray. The girls talk about him a lot. Wish they could give him a peanut.
