and how it always is. That it's Surprising that it goes how it goes. But......here it IS. Again.
i am still swimming around in Nomadland, in all that it brought to the fore for me, all the remembering, all the feelings of Now. This will go on for a while..., a while?, a while
I went looking for some photographs of my 1972 Ford Econoline Van, Fern. One in particular. Her parked along the roadside against an Extreme backdrop of New Mexico. Those photographs are not here. Are at Alyssia's. But what WAS here was this pic.
which brings me to how it always seems to go. There is a Thread that wants to be followed and will show up in surprising moments for the Work of the Following.
i was stuck in Acey's progression of Chakra work. I'd read it in it's first day, the prompt for Heart. some response was immediate but then...a block. Nothing.
prompt 2~12~21 "a pre existing bridge, patiently waiting. Define your bridge, just as it is. What your heart space looks like from the far, solar side. Walk across and look back"
when i looked for the pic of the Van Fern, because of being enmeshed in the movie Nomadland, i found this pic. Which directly and completely brings me to be able to move with the prompt. My heart.
at first reading...
the pre existing bridge. define it. Immediately i knew it to be a wooden and rope suspension bridge like we maybe see in China. trying to go further, i couldn't. The bridge was overgrown with vining plants, thick with them. Living plants. They were too, camouflage. i had planted them. in the ropes and in the wood.
This pic. me, in the Garden of that summer. i grew beautiful red kuri squash. Many and so effusive they were, until they weren't. I stare at this pic. As it is for me, it's one of those still frame moments...that can be projected on the blank white wall. Slide show. Stark. There. Undeniable. It was the Garden of the summer when i began to understand that i had made a really bad mistake. i look at my face. the face of me., knowing i would need to plant that bridge. or leave. or leave. Get into Fern and go.
