whether it is of the Plant People, or of mammals, or of reptile, or of of of of....the Beings. There are so many specific and very singular qualities that have evolved for such singular and specific and elegant reason. I want to know more of this and to be so Stunned by it all that i fall to my knees and it is the only thing that can come from my mouth....the brilliance of it, the Magic, the THING of it that has occured on this Planet over so long a time...to celebrate. To give Love. To want everyone to SEE. To KNOW.
to CARE.
to LOVE.
this morning as i woke and read here, in different parts of this world, things. Things that women are thinking. Looking at. It seemed that it was heightened. intensified. from so many directions, I felt a PULSE in the thread that has been woven over time . And as i was feeling that, there was a flurry to the left, out the Morning Window. Puppy had "something". Large. Going out, i saw this Being. still alive. and came back in to get a cloth to gather it with, a Deb Lacativa cloth of soft sky and i did that, without thinking. Just in response and i thought about it later and thought maybe i should have NOT, should have left things to a more efficient suddenness....??? Hir nostrils still flexed. There were "surgical" punctures to hir head and then the back of the body, torn. Blood. But not dead. I think now i should have left Puppy to her work. But i didn't. And i was able to see this Being, so so specialized for it's work....those hands. Those amazing hands. Mole. The word mole is soft to my mouth when i say it. Same as the softness of it's fur to my fingertip. Mole. I have never seen a mole, in person, before. Mole. How so many Beings must live here and i might never see them.
because i have not put a pic here, doesn't mean this Cloth has not been in hand. Kantha back and forth on both sides, East West. Back forth. Now almost enough, almost right, the bottom being left open, like the tibetan flag, open on one side so anything can go/come in or out. Tomorrow will probably bring the finish of the stitches that Hold. And the Interior can begin. So many flashes of image about that. Crows fly. Overhead. Speaking.
