reminded self that singing , does something. When i sing, it's no known song, but rather just random sounds and melody that is created as it goes. The freer i get the more Good the song, the more pleasing, the more Easy of Flow. I sang as i used the weed whacker to cut the Kochia that remained after i'd cut by hand all that was near wood and stone. Done. before it set seed which would have been any day now. At least in this House yard. Tomorrow, Out There.
but singing. And then i sang while washing dishes and other things and then sang when i went to care for the Goats. I sang a long time to Nogal while filling his water tub and scratching with one hand. I sang to Gideon and some to Sunny Ray, but he was spinning...it's just how he feels right now.
this Cloth is now in the shop and it is, a song, really
Cinderella continues to distance herSelf. Her mother, Ginger, continues to be her intermediary to the herd. I watch. I cannot know. It belongs to Them.
Michelle. Ms Uncertainty Principles. click her name in any comment. Michelle posted today a truly Extraordinary post about the life and work of Marija Gimbutas....about her lifelong study of "goddess". There are two videos. one is long but extraordinary. i need to watch again.
i have always shied away from the word Goddess. somehow it paired with the word Worship. in the same way that the word God paired. But today, watching these videos, i was able to go past that and on, into a world where women sing their way through the days. just as i had today. and it all clicked. it answered the unasked question of why the Hill, now. Why this change from singular to community of female. I need to watch and listen again but i saw that what is happening, against all odds for me and my daughter and my granddaughter and her daughter is an urge toward and back to the antidote for the toxic world we find ourSelves faced with.
