70 and a soft warm SUN
child buddha on SnowBunny's grave
the two rocks that are like her...same colors, and crystal and the blue heart of Love
there are two of these cement blocks. They go.
some extremely weathered cloth...fragile...originally from the Raft, then moved for Snowbunny. I will take Time and untie if i can. keep for the altar.
and then this. Which day to take down? the latest would be Wednesday morning. Maybe Tuesday, when it is still quiet, easy. Tuesday, i think.
3. Only so slightly different, but enough that i couldn't choose. Where will these go, when we are There?
and i continued to think about the default today, and to make it more clear, it was tied to Hazel's Me Too post on Handstories the other day, and i thought about how my default is quiet, slow, thoughtFull with great care taken, that it has taken this far of a LifeTime to get that down, but how i also need to be able to ...give....when it seems to be the only way. But it's the FEELING, that i
SHOULD
that i can't trust my own decision and that's pretty pathetic for a 72 year old woman. Shows just how Conditioned the whole phenomenon is. and how thoroughly we have been complicit in giving over our own AGENCY!....YAY....that word, that concept, Agency! Generations ago, we didn't doubt. We have come to be conditioned to doubt and part of it is our own participation.
This is what i think about for Emrie.
Beauty FULL Hilda came today to take the Hoya to her home. How much i love that....a woman would travel over an hour to adopt a plant. She was wonderFULL and oh so kind to Tay who was her worst, just so excited and enthused by her being here, but she was kind.
Everett called early this morning from Barstow, CA. Stuff was good. I had, just before that, realized that i couldn't find the cell phone. I freaked. Called the truck stop. went to Pricilla's food cart. looked everywhere here, dialing and getting no ring. so asked Everett...check the truck. Maybe when i was at Bill's picking up the grass hay?...his dogs meet me and i open the door and they jump in and ride with me to the hay barn. If i've had anything in my rucksack purse, like Fritos or something, they nose in there....so maybe????? but it wasn't at Bill's on the ground. But when they next stopped for gas, Everett checked and IT WAS RIGHT THERE. on the seat. Little plain black flip phone. So, the truck Sunny and the cell phone arrive in California before me. They'll leave the truck but bring back the phone. at the end of this day, stuff's just ok.
