when i went to the top gate of B yesterday, to go In, through the fence gate so i could hang the Love Pennant, so i could plant the little pots of spindly Indigo and Madder, i was not expecting what i found. Instantly, there before me was a Fine and Brilliant world of Beings...all reaching UP and so so BEING. I immediately stopped and looked.
I have been talking about language. Of finding the way this Place might be communicating...and what I experienced was so different than how i had been able to imagine it.
the Language of this Place, this Hill, is that of Being. So many hundreds of so small plants spoke their Beingness. As i stood there, just inside the fence, i could FEEL it. A vibration?...that's a word that
can work in the moment...a vibration?, but it's different than that and i don't know how to speak of it.
but what i felt was a Welcoming. A welcoming of some kind of sense of WE. But also an asking to go Slow. To let go of Knowing and just find what Is. Everything here on this small hill of the Hill is different than it was the last spring. How many springs might there be, to understand anything at all?
and then i hung the Cloth and planted the little peat pots. Things are patient.
