you might have noticed that the posts are seeming to come "later" than usual, which is not really true, it's that i am not accomadating the time change, i am not "springing forward". So...no daylightsavings here. We are running on the same time, same time that has always been the same time on the bedroom clock which i would have to add or subtract from when i looked, wondering if it was "time to get up" or if there was another hour, now, if i am "behind" an hour. So strange. But the computer screen up in the top right says it's 6:55. But here, for Us, it's 5:55.
I cleaned for Allan today as i do every other Tuesday and he was running behind so we had the opportunity to talk and watch his peafowl....PeaMan was into his most extravagant self, his FAN fanning and magnificant and his first hen PeaWoman was atop the chicken house, watching but not watching. Last time i was there there was a note saying that a dog had come and taken several of the chickens and PeaWoman and her 3 daughters had Fled. So now today, she came home and with her first daughter Calliope. The other two daughters, the youngest, have opted to live down the road. We discussed all this. It was nice. We talked about how for me Peacocks are proof of some kind of Ultra Max Cosmic Intelligence ....Creator....because of all that they ARE could not be for anything at all except for Display of Beauty....
and when i was done, i went to town for the once a week thing and i kept Aware of things....my exchanges, verbal and non verbal with others shopping, my choice of stuff to buy or not, how i put some stuff in my basket but then ended up putting it Back where i'd found it. Having a Mindful check out exchange with the young man at the cash register....not just glib, but WITH him and on the way out i saw the Post Office Guy going in and we waved recognition and i thought about how i kind of have a crush on him....not sure i could tell you why, but i do....and i am so glad that i am of a certain age where it is not possible...he is young...but it's nice and
as i was driving home there was an enormous sense of LOVE for this place i live, how Plain it is and Small and really Safe and Kind in its own way, such a soft and grateful feeling that was juxtaposed to the Violence on the Google News this morning in Belgium where Maria lives...i know it's a small country, so tho she doesn't live where the Violence took place, it is close to her garden.
I thought the afternoon would just drift away, but i was finding self looking at that face
and thinking of going forward with it as a Cloth, probably for that Art Thing in Magdalena, but really, NO and i can't. For me, this is Alyssia's face, my granddaughter, and i can't.
so into the Prayer Basket that Patricia made, the Walnut Dye prayer basket that has a mouth, that breaths, that could also be an eye
so no.
but then...i thought well, see if any face will come up and
but it's Young
and then even when i gave her Flowers, she would not soften...her Fierceness remained
tried more to soften her....
No. OK Ok and O k.
so she is who she is. and i wraped her girl child in the flowers and let her BE
as She needs to Be.
