windthread

what is Here

Friday.   Had to be at Alyssia's  driveway in town at the ungodly hour of 7:40  am.    so i could follow her to Emrie's school  for the morning Assembly when Emrie would be receiving Student of the Month Award.    As i closed the Big Gate,    there.....MANY blooms of Madia.       BLOOMS.     Any time before that in the last month or so,  if i had been asked,  i would have said....NO,  they are finished now.   Because when i leave here around 11  am,   all the blossoms are closed and bent and tight into themselves

but this morning

they were     OPEN.   Faces UP to the Sun that was rising.....not in profusion as in the Spring,   but enough...Many.....Facing  up and out and BeautyFull.   and i thought to take a pic  but was worried about time so decided to do that when i got back

and then      i got back      and  it was a whole different Picture....no blooms....all pinched close and looking dried

and this.

this is what i love knowing now,  in these days,   how  there's so much i don't really know that i think i know,   that i don't know.

 

too much

these last several days....THINGS....and too much.   I      need      days of       what might seem to be      nothing.   But are

open ness,    a  space.    an   open    quiet   space.     I can bring  all      from these days,  slowly and gently and sit with them,  feel them    see them               how lizards have taught me.     

FINALLY

it's been dangling for  Ever.    

and even tho there is God and Jesus,   there is excitement because the Tooth Fairy will come

softly focused

Sharon Salzberg's  Election Series    part one.    Anger     Fear    Anxiety

Beth's gift

  Beth alerted me to the upcoming publication of Robin Wall Kimmerer's newest book    The Serviceberry    Coming  November 19th.   This,  from the blurb on Amazon:   

Our economy is rooted in scarcity, competition and the hoarding of resources and we have surrendered our values to a system that actively harms what we love.   Meanwhile,  the Serviceberry's relationship with the natural world is an embodiment  of reciprocity,  interconnectedness  and gratitude.   The tree distributes it's wealth,  it's abundance of sweet juicy berries to meet the needs of its natural community and this distribution insures its own survival.   As Kimmerer explains,  "Serviceberries show us another model,  one based on reciprocity,  where wealth comes from the quality of your relationships,  not from the illusion of self sufficiency.  "

so.    I mark the day here.    Between now and this coming spring,  i will find where i can get locally grown treelings.   Serviceberry is native  so i look forward to this.   Plant them   where they will  initiate Intention.   

photograph from Google Search

twice

it just happened again.    last night and then just now....all these words here  and when i push publish,   go look,   they are Gone.  Will accept it this time.   

the girls are seven.   the other day i overheard talk of God and Jesus.     I asked Emrie where she had heard of these things and she said      TikTok.      Well.   OK then.      So,  last night and then just now i wrote a lot of words about God,  the god thing....and i guess i'm just supposed to leave it alone.    This picture is enough.     is from Rumania       Fistolin Liviu

Trying

Equinox

the time of Many Feelings.

When all that was    is done.   When all that will be     is unknown.   

As it goes,   YouTube gave me something.   i was not looking.  I could not have possibly looked because i had no idea.

The Tuareg People.    A Berber ethnic group traditionally nomadic pastoralists who principally inhabit  a vast area of the Sahara.  The Azalai is a semi annual salt caravan route practiced by Tuareg traders between Timbuktu and Taodenni salt mine in Mali.  Their observannce of the night skies indicate the time for milking goats.  Venus         Talernt  the she camel wakes up  Ursa Major .    Awara,  the baby camel goes to sleep    Ursa Minor.     Dailly things.   But then....those  semi annual caravans....      There is so much to learn.    

Here,    we are on the brink of a whole new chapter on the Hill         and simultaneously     the Tuareg People       live       as only they know how.    So completely different    and under the same night sky.     same stars.    Simultaneously.    What to think about all this?

pleasure

just out of nowhere on the bottom of the To Do list.      Thank you,  pencil

still

typepad is odd tonight...but brought this and it's good because we often miss Sunny Ray.   The girls talk about him a lot.  Wish they could give him a peanut.