it's 85 degrees today. SUN filled. Slight wind and Perfect.
Went for my Cat Duty. There was slight smears of blood on the sliding glass door. ????? All cats, inside and outside accounted for. Chickens chicking around as usual, PeaCock and PeaHen, and PeaDaughter all doing PeaFowl things. Whose blood?????? hmmmm.
Post Office because i called there and Pricilla said yes. a package.
it May come to pass that i will need to build an additional room for Patricia's Baskets. This is the Walnut dyed one the one with Breathing Places for spirit to move. I had hoped against hope that she still had it, that she was willing to let it go. And now here. yes. yes.
here we are. a best kind of day with a Blank Cloth. Muslin then harem cloth then linen. Invisible Baste. Ready. No clue.
and it's Saturday, so i go to On Being, Krista Tippet. Listen.
Listen to Bruce Kramer talk about his experience of ALS. I am familiar with ALS. There was Art. Years ago, when i first came to New Mexico. His family hired me. I lived down the ditch bank from them and would walk over there. Spend days. Art. he was in his 30's. I was in my 40's then. He lived in his parents home. Had been married. a wife and 3 daugters before the ALS. He rode rodeo and was a trucker. When i came into the picture he needed to be fed with a spoon. Bathed with the aid of a Hoyer Lift. Had an electric wheelchair that he could still work with one finger and he and i would go on long walks on the ditch banks, sometimes i would sit on his lap and he would take me for a ride. We dumped a few times. Oh well. Art. In the end, he was nothing but Eyes. No speech, however complex and garbled, no speech anymore. Eyes. But his EYES were always
SMILING. Always Lit to see me. We laughed.
and i listened to On Being interview and made notes
"opening to possibilities through questions. closing creativity with answers. Legacy is an act of ego. a way to open to the world the sense of Presence Embracing vulnerability."
and thinking Yes, yes, this, and then STOPPING, thinking oh....oh, eeeeee, grace.....is this perceived as Grim? All this stuff you are putting on the blog, is this just another day of grimness??? But then, i thought...Who Cares! Just Who Fing Cares! It is NOT grim. It is Real and i am, as my most blessed granddaughter put it, i am just doing developmentally correct work for my time in this Life thing. And yes. it is heightened by the shift in the needs of the OCB. But then...GOOD! Heighten it!!!! Because all i am finding with All This is a Beauty Full sense of Lovingness of What it all IS. More and more. Everything. Everything is speaking to that...the bee book, Everything. Everything in my own specific world here and in what flows in from "out there".
Here's me. In my Spring night shirt which i wore all day. At first with levis this morning to go do the Cat Thing and then, the rest of the day with just the Night Shirt and then later in the early evening the Night Shirt Under the corderoy jumper.....but the face is Me. I put the curling iron for Julie cause it makes her smile. The blue streaks are on the mirror still from when i painted those windows, haven't removed that yet, so i can remember what is important to DO, painting windows is NOT
But i am finding reason for REAL joy. Finding reason for REAL joy. and it's Good.
the Lilacs have BEGUN TO BLOOM
