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i continue to Love them, love the making of them, the listening that goes into that. And now i can begin again. This is a comfort, the beginning again.
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there were a lot of words that went with this pic...a lot of GOOD words, thought FULL words, but typepad disappeared them. So just this for the moment and hopefully, the words in the morning.
Love to Everyone. Love to US.
if you didn't take the time for the On Being...5~27~2021 Tracy K. Smith and Michael Kleber~Diggs
please do. Don't just read the transcript....listening to their voices is the WHOLE of IT
and then...to Utube Nina Simone Live at Montreux 1976 . 1976 . i say it again. 1976. I wish I knew how it Would Feel to be Free
leaving B Garden later than usual. Turning to hook the gate and look up.....the magic! Remember....from in that corridor behind the Curry House....how i first saw them at night...illuminated by the Moon....but them, of themselves glowing White like land Spirits or fairies....how ever you are inclined
there are only 8 plants. ? Another thing i don't know. and i went to look for them in that corridor. There are none there.
the single TALL stem up from spokes of totally dry leaves. Blooming.
again...On Being. This time Tracy K. Smith and Michael Kleber~Diggs History is upon us....its hand against our back. Both of them and then them together....word weavers...just such Beauty. A dance of what wants to become. is Ready. Have listened twice. Will go now to listen again so i might dream it.
in A's potato Garden....at first i thought they were tiny mushrooms....there are zillions, size of a pin head, smaller,
these are the most mature...maybe like a small lentil. They are dry and firm to touch. Not mushrooms....Fungi??? or just something i don't know? I should have noted the ingredients of that garden mulch stuff that I put there...."forest products", bat shit, someThings else....Organic, it claims.....I just LOVE the imagining of what all might be going on in the soil....there is a strong temptation to dig into it...look....but i don't. Feels like such an invasion of privacy, a violation of Place. I just need to be content to watch what happens. And more and more, even if it's a "fail", the time of being curious is well spent.
We check into the WEATHER every day. Beginning Saturday we move into the 100's. maybe for a week , till we drop back into the balmy 90's. May the Force Be With Us.
if it works...the potatoes....we will add wood. But for now....cardboard to enable the hilling of the potatoes. If the Whole of the Wall Garden could be potatoes, onions and garlic....Joy. For three households. We'll see.
MOON is rising. i watch. Talk to son on phone. They will be here for Thanksgiving. His daughter, my Granddaughter, Giana, 8 years. We imagine each other. Moon rises. Blood Moon.
no prevarication. need all this here as Journal entry. So, the thinking about prayer. the continued wondering about that, how i identify no one, nothing, to send off a prayer "to". Do i imagine a response?, really?, no......so...this thinking kind of thinking for days and days now and simultaneously, synchronistic appearances, occurrences, The repeated arising of the word Communicate when trying to define my urge to pray. So the days have gone by. There's been the conversation between Tami Simon and Caroline Myss on U Tube that is introduction to a Sounds True Webinar Awakening to the Great Transformation followed by another Myss Utube about Prayer its self in which she says paraphrase Don't worry about specifics, just have faith. like how you are when you take an aspirin. You don't know the science about how it works with your biology, you just have faith that the headache will go away. like that. I look at the meditation practices, which are a kind of Prayer tho i don't identify them as such, Metta, the repetition of Mantra, the chanting. Wondering and Wondering, and all the while, things happen. The Cloths i call Invocations...about Asking....are completed and the felt sense of them is strong and Good. The Cloth Being, She, appears out of no where. Toad. Robins. Prayer of pressing mud to face. Many small things. The On Being interview with Jill Tarter which i did not intend to listen to, take time for, but then i do and find self amazed with how her thoughts change my lifelong aversion to considering such things....or, more honestly put, my fear. How she addressed my word of Communication . And then, the image above.... Here....just right out there in that night sky...just overhead. RESPONSE. to "prayer"....and i remembered saying, the prayer uttered aloud, Thank you for seeing me. Thinking it was odd. And THIS. So what if i just pause here. Rest here. Accept things on faith. Finding the faith by accepting and feeling what that feels like? Mind keeps wondering...there are pieces to the picture in my kaleidoscope that they, neither Myss or Tarter offer. Pieces that are native to my personal cosmology that they do not speak of. Critical pieces. Margery Knott sends a gift: Savage Grace Jay Griffiths. A Journey in Wildness. I read. I am in the Amazon. Telluric Thought. That this Planet still supports so many varied Ways of Being. And might not be able to continue that for much longer. the pieces in the kaleidoscope are there, pictures begin to form and reform.
so i like very much where i am right now. my Prayer being: What If we are at a point of time in our planetary evolution where something Never Before has begun to happen. What if there will be.....communication? Exchange? What if the "ground work" for that is being laid....as many human beings as possible opening to it, sensing it, Receiving intuitions and Imaginations in keeping with their own specific abilities to interpret them and living mindful of all that this can mean for Humanity. What if. And really....nothing has changed. It's all about "Love". All about love of the LifeForms in all its Beauty, known and as yet unknown.
i fell asleep sitting at this table last night. how long i don't know because it didn't matter. i woke. it had become very dark, yet there was light Out There . and i was "told" Go OutSide. Look.
it was Still....that vast night sky being at Center. rushes of "cloud" and inbetween, STARS. Vibrant points of Light, beaming out pulsing the kind of sky that has always made me UnEasy. It's SO MUCH and i have never been able to look long before turning away and looking for something here, something of Earth....a rock, a plant, something i can know
but listening to that interview of Jill Tarter, On Being, changed things. Because it is so much in keeping with other things, so much in keeping with this thing i have had about Prayer and then other things that have risen up and ARE rising up And i was able to LOOK at the
SKY
watch the movement of what we call cloud and i took i don't know how many pics, hoping to be able to See it in the light of day and then again, i was "told" Look Closer and i clicked the little close up icon. and the second pic.
