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this is Friday now.

so,  just to reassure.    Jude commented that  it  "looks a bit AI".         Alyssia had sent it to me so when i talked to her this morning i relayed Jude's comment and asked her  what she thought.  While we were on phone,  she  found this:

Storm Arwen masterpiece        daily mail.co.uk   by Lizzie May   Dec.  2021,   the article.     The photographer is Colin Richards  the place is Mynydd-Pwll-yr-lwrch   South Wales

not AI.

as i said in the response to Jude,  i know very little about AI  by choice.   My sense of it is that it  serves to keep us off balance,  makes us unsure  which may result in  the numbing that Joanna Macy talks about.    and just to say….i  am   Care full    about what i offer here  and i think i have an instinctive sense of what would be    AI.   you would not find it here.

leaving the Hill.    it takes a certain amount of determination.   I only do it maybe at most,  once a week.   Often less.     It has to do with being   "presentable"  to the world….as in what to wear,   ie: not the same Garden clothes of days on end……and    Hair.  My hair is an issue.   it's impossible straightness,  spindliness….especially since the hot water heater broke…so washing it has become a Trip.     

But i was ready.  did all the things i feel compelled to do and was ready and got in the vehicle,  turning the key and

nothing

it's an odd ignition….when turning off needs to be specifically and consciously aligned with the little off mark.     I didn't.   and the battery was dead.  Whaa.      so…..not remembering exactly how to jump it,   i waited for Alyssia to come.   We ran through the protocol and in fact,  i did remember,  ….eeeeeee……but the result was having to DRIVE it to juice up battery again.   We,  me and Minnow went.   First up to Lost Horizon,   the road on over above us here and slowly cruised ….all the houses there being so individual  and some peculiar  and how it is around here….there's NO shoulder to the road…you can't pull over…so pretty much no pics of anything.   But that's not far enough  so we came back down and set out up Olive Highway toward that finger of Lake Oroville  and i thought of Nancy's Bridge….this one so devoid of all her Bridge IS……and the world up and behind it,   burned by one of the fires…maybe 2 fires ago?….still…so stark  and we cruised a while then back down and pulled into Loafer Creek  but it turns out you need to get a day pass,  so we just turned around and

 

came home.

all along Carefree,   along the Rooster Swamp ,   the blackberries are  blooming. 

    

i took away the moss mask.   tried to fix the dog but the dog does not want to be fixed.     I don't remember what was going on with this ….?????     i don't know now what's going on with this……

 

What is this one talking about?   

 

i opened the sketch book.    it's been a while.    and here was where i'd left off.     Sat      looking.    Liking this.   Very Much.    and then,  Out of the Blue,    i wondered……what If?,    these figures were                 animated.      Like…..stood up,   and began 

Doing        things.?      What would they        do?       Is it possible that i might be able to draw that?   as in    repeat the drawing of this Entity i called    Imagination    in some kind of continuing way?      "her",  i know i could       but…..Imagination?    This is a huge question      and i want to know more about it…..what does it mean that i'm asking?,   could i possibly DO IT?    

so i  carried these questions as i went into the day….which was in the Garden.   on the weekend i'd found some abandoned fencing that i'd been hoping for…..to make Trellis for the cucumbers and the lone Green Bean that came up from seed…..but it had been rolled tight  and didn't want to straighten.   And if i'd been someone else,  i would  have weighed it down  on a place of level ground…maybe rocks?…….and stretched it square by square  flat    but…..i am not someone else,  so i began the Struggle,  trying to pound the Fence Staples in with a hammer,   hold the first end in place long enough to stretch it a little without having it snap back into it's  familiar coiled form and in that,   decapitating,  or totally ripping off the entire body of the  seedling plants…..it's too much to try to describe.    But at one point i thought…..too bad  this is not some kind of TikTok   or something….it would go Viral…..this old woman in deep challenge with fencing,  not giving up   not giving up    and finally DOING IT   by also tying string guy lines out from the top of the fencing ,   out    to other staples hammered into the ground ,    with string…    to ease the pressure    3 hours  but got it done.   Enough for today.    Plants are safe.   OR,  i think so.    and lesson learned..    I'd thought….no need to put up the trellis before i set the seedlings in,   it takes them a while to reach vining …..because i couldn't find the fencing….but that didn't take into account the WILL of the fencing…..the vulnerability of the seedlings.       Maybe by next year i will have    learned       that  just pushing ahead isn't the greatest idea.    go  slow.   To   go slow.   Mindfully.   

 

and i've finished the above.    Sit here.   In the dark.    there is this soft rushing sound of wind.   Minnow is dreaming…her legs twitching,   she makes small sounds…..                go back to the beginning.   Imagination.    What would this Entity have been doing as i was deep into the struggle with the fencing?    I'll close my eyes and see what comes….but right away,   ……..   there is no  "speech"…….Imagination,  They,   have no audible speech.    They  "speak"  in mind image…transmission of images.   mind to mind.     and by gesture,   by Doing.     ok.    but,   wait!   They do make some kind of humming  sound.        ok.     enough for now.

   

    they take us at our word.    You can do it,   we say.     And they do.                             

(more…)

i don't know how this comes across if you don't know what it is…..does it look like           any   thing?     It's  the broken off trunk of the great Grey Pine…..that broke,  suddenly,  how they do    i guess  3 years ago     Over 100 ft tall.     they just break.  crashing down to the Earth.   It's what they do.     Their root systems delicate for the Beingness of Them………   Why?  who knows

and to the eye,   it looks much the same as when it fell.   But standing there,  then squatting,    there is an Energy Field…..an Aura…..of just SO MUCH happening      a sense of how it is that things live and oh so slowly          change       back        into    the Earth they came from     how so exquisitely LONG this takes    how Time    in Earth Sense    is so different from   our  understanding of it     

Go to CatherinE's  blog….Gemtactics.net   to see her post of  5/10   Framed Golden Houses     so Beauty FULL

 

 

 

i think there will be eleven.

and the red flower from a few days ago.   Marti's plant.    Salvia greggii

 

 

 

very early,  i listened to Episode 4  of  Joanna Macy"s podcasts:  There is No Future if We Go Numb    so grateful to her for her HONESTY   her Fearlessness to be REAL in the fullness of , the ALL of what it means to love this Earth….LOVE this Earth   and sitting with this and sitting with the subsequent flow of my What If…..  What If it might  also be TRUE that the Glorious Mind of the Universe is watching………………………….

and through the screen door,  at an angle i saw a shape, a form,  out there….sailing,  fluttering,   hovering,  spinning

was it a bird?,   a moth?,   a butterfly?   ??????????????????    i  could not identify the form,  the movement…..???????

I thought   …………….What if it is a VISITATION     ????   ???       the Universe.    saying       yes,  grace,        Yes.                                    i went  out and approached it….it continued        and then…..came low enough….in front of that horse trailer……    a leaf.          Suspended  somehow by some absolutely invisible thread….a web thread of something…..       i could not see    could not see no matter how hard i tried to look,   could not see the web thread

it was 93 degrees today.   All the GREEN is browning,  the grasses have set seed.   this evening,  the first of the odd sound alerts from the Fire app.  of this   season.     5 acres becoming 25 in 11 minutes    not far away    Spiral.     it is a  Spiral

 

 

the first Phillip of 2024         on the arm of the faux adirondack chair  at B Garden.    where i put my hand when standing up.  I could have squashed him.   But he sent out enough of an energy alert and for no known reason to me,  i looked.   Lo and Behold.

the first spring i was here there were MANY Phillips.   at the beginning,   there was the one,   that dangled down on a thread of silk from the Morning Tree and we all marveled.    Julian,  who would have been 8 i think?,   said    Oh,   it's Phillip.    and then on.  The many that year.   not so many since,   but always some.   all referred to as the Phillips.      The Phillips have come,   we say.   about a half inch….small,    but reassuring in that they come.   in a timely seasonal manner that says all is still sorta well.  or,   Well Enough.

see if you can find

We Are The Great Turning   podcasts      Joanna Macy and Jessica Serrante