Home is not necessarily Here, or Somewhere Else. Home can be anywhere, really. It's where your space is. Uninterrupted. The Space of You.
When i can be Home, even when Home is taken Over by the UnderWorld, i am at home within my Self. So...maybe my Self, when it can be primary, is Home enough. maybe not even Primary, but of equal weight. Even that is enough.
All week i had to be up and ready to be Somewhere Else. For me, it takes its Toll. Always has, but for whatever reason, now even more. Some thought would be good, about this.
Wind blurring bloom, but Bloom, nonetheless
a Marker of having kept things Safe here. Hanging over Ramon's grave. How it's been a Hospice.
the incredible Relief of Cloth Making. That happens in the Home. in the Home Space.
Who IS IT? Cat Mother? Me? All of Us? the Feminine. No matter, even if it is the spore of the ringworm fungus, it's that never ending momement toward Life. All of Us, no more, no less. Just Life. Just Going. Doing the best we can with what we know in the moment. I love how that yellow/gold thing is Her flower, her emblem for having the whatever it takes. If it works or if it doesn't, we try and follow our own imperative. and no one should judge that.
