i'm Proud of my California Family. Often, the telling of things there comes as if they are talking about two different scenarios. But with the final rendition today, it was the SAME.
8 adults. 3 in very early 40's. 3 in 20's. 2 around 19. 4 children from 1yr to 10yrs. 12 of them. All very distinct sentient beings. There are reasons why it might not have gone as it did. But they all rose to their Best Selves and found that these Best Selves were GOOD and woven by blood and happenstance, they celebrated. Together. Finding out that by going toward the GOOD among them, nothing was lost and much was gained. i sit here tonight with a deep pleasure and gratitude.
i spent most of this day working out how to afix the tarp onto the buck hut we built for Gideon when Sunny Ray comes back home. If WIND returns i'll find out if it's good enough. 50/50 i'm thinking. Split and hauled in fire wood. Stitched the M for Metta with a light grayblue thread...Wind color.
worked on the Goat Eye.
I watched Kundun. The incredibly FINE movie about the life of this 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso. The True story of his life. UTUBE. If anyone is inclined, it's just so Fine. I will watch it all this week, some at a time, just let it play through the days. I never get tired of it. It could be projected here in the sky overhead, the musical score by Phillip Glass...it could be the soundtrack to this life. I think about making prayer flags, or maybe better yet, getting some from the buddhist nuns? I think of them being a canopy over this space, fluttering above Us all.
it was a gentle day, Cynthia.....
