i kept wanting that top right piece to be there. i changed its position, manipulated its form over and over....No. I went to sleep.
i woke off and on in the night....there was no world out there...none. it was cold but i stepped outside, and no, no world. This morning i could see why....FOG. Solstice Fog....thick, but woven into a Morning, branches of Trees, the soft form of Goat now and then. So....it is supposed to be This Way, this Cloth of Invocation, just this. The pic is incorrect, the real is much more moody, no bright, moody. Quietness.
as i type this, the scent of Buck Goat wafts up like incense. I had cleaned their water tubs which requires going in to their Places and because i want nothing from them...as in when i go in with an intention to evacuate them, because i don't have that vibe, they want contact. Sunny Ray, especially, leans into, pushes gently, nuzzles pockets for maybe carrot coins. Nogal, my fingers as i empty and scrub the tub....their EYES, their eyes, direct contact. The scent of them now is how their gaze is....INto me. In its own way, it is as wonderFULL as Nag Champa. I love them.
