friday night. i hadn't looked at the weather....glued to the news. went to sleep. awakened by a cry. Minion, or, Cry Baby as he is also called....down the way in the dark dark and i simultaneously realize it was
RAINING
a lot. heavy, steady. sat up, pulled on boots and got the umbrella out of the shower where it's kept, got the spotlight flash light and went out but in that time, it was all figured out. They were all in their RainShelter, minion and Black too. All there. Minion and Black have never known Rain. the Doe goats never go into that place for months of the year, but remembered and made a break for it. I went in and squatted with them a while.
Back, wide awake to watch the numbers then bed again, following breaths till i fell asleep. woke in Morning Light and just lay there looking .... first pic....having the feeling that things were different....there was an urge to just stay still, feel that feeling before knowing why. just the Letter Blanket and Green Tara and the feeling....an expansion, openness. Then i remembered the numbers, the Rain, the Goats safe. And back to the screen, saw that it was true. There was Good Hope. I checked everywhere, just to make sure, and yes. True hope.
right about then, Alyssia messaged me the second image. She had been pulling apart overripe tomatoes to feed her chickens and found this.
i think about the thing of Will. "Volition or will is the cognitive process by which an individual decides on and commits to a particular course of action. It is defined as purposive striving and is one of the primary human psychological functions." more than that tho, Will rises out of Spirit...or not. and thinking about that first awake moment, i thought about how just some small Hope can cause Will to rise up and move, stretch and reach for. How Will can become still but always wait for the smallest glint of Hope.
to John Robert Lewis....si se puede
