fast. things move. Saturday morning and i thought how my mind felt like Central Europe. All these different countries with different customs, different "interests", different Languages. delineated by borders that really, don't exist. here, waking to the country of Making, and then moving through, to the country of the book, Ways of Being, and today, saturdays, the On Being country of the community read. then, family, this Hill, Spirit Cloth, the country of our blogs, the country of the News. How i travel this way...all with my mind. All IN my mind.
