He returned my call. The trailer making guy. Utility Trailers and other kinds. He was a man of few words. He was not Punky, but his older brother John. I had written down my questions. I asked them one at a time, ticking them off, and to each, his answer was one word, Yes. So he will come HERE on Tuesday morning. Take the trailer and replace the axle with a stronger one. Tires too. a spare. One day. The RELEASE from this exchange was extreme. I asked no one. I DID it. it will be DONE. it is the Right Thing. No guessing. No Probably.
I realized that much of what transpires in the middle of the night these days, is a reflex of Focusing.
Focusing Eugene T. Gendlin. I have spoken of this so many times before. From back in 1978.
and today, having that this morning, there was such Release. I saw it in the Cloth.
more roots and a significant change.
I printed it out and sat, looking, sensing, and marked the thing of ReClaiming. ReClaiming Self and ReClaiming the Going.
there will be a Goat and a Crow.
They are at the Hill today. Putting in Fence. After everyone has come there and lived there a while, it will change. The whole of the 6 acres will be opened. But in the beginning, when it's so new, there will be fences.
This is the Goat Forest
this is where their Shelter will be built. Something with a place for sleeping, a covered place for their food bowls. Sheltered from the rain. remember, all that looks white/brown is really green. It's the pic from off the computer monitor and i can't make it true.
and this is from Jude's blog...Spirit Cloth....her patio. Again, taken from the computer monitor screen. When i saw this, my heart skipped a beat. I could do this, i thought. Bricks and Slate. I could do this.
I most probably Won't. Most probably will be just native grass. But i COULD. I CAN.
What i will make. What i will make There on this Hill, it will go On after me. Might become anything. Maybe even Emrie will live in the hut.