We continue to brew and share Tea. The gremlins are quiet. They talk amongst themselves and spend the day drawing pictures.
Jenny, daughter, called. They, almost everyone, went to the Hill to dig into the earth there with a shovel. To see how far down the Earth of composted debris went until there was something different. They took Julian and Fate. Destiny had plans with friends. But everyone else was there.
Her story of the day was long and detailed, but what was MOST Bright and Shining was the telling of Julian, age 7 and a half. Julian is a very reserved Being. He has been. All along. But there, he was.... effusive! She said to him at one point...."do you think then, that this is a place a boy might like?" and he said....well, what boy? and she said YOU. This is yours. and both she and Alyssia told of his happiness, going up the hill and down, studying the little stream, the trees, the Everythings. How he began making PLANS.
This to me, is enough. More than Enough. There is purpose here.
Alyssia said....smell it. Do you smell it? and he sniffed and said....Excellent! it's Excellent!
So...even if that Dam breaks and floods that world, the Hill will remain and a life will take place.
Lives
will take place.
stitching and the most glorious sense of feeling free. Not confined to form, but Raw and wild. Raw and wild scraps moving one into the other...such a great and grand feeling of Real
