16th October, 2018 Tuesday
Tea is Green with Jasmine essence, and the day is crystal California clear. The pallete of colors painted in the trees pull focus from any forward motion. There is a willow which captured me on my way to errand yesterday. Its gold is luminescent. And then there are the ruby trees, oh my, they all are loosing their attachment to the veins that fed them since they burst from naked tips last spring. The rows of vines behind the house have all been kissed with gold. They are my first round of leaves in this astounding place on Earth.
Ah, the Dream Kite’s tale stayed in my grip enough for me to pull the arc of one so here it is. I am somewhere I have just made home and new friends have settled in my heart and I in theirs. I have needed to travel out somewhere for some brief time and upon return anticipate their welcome. I travel up the road to see my Mama who lives alone and her home is open as it often is but she is not there, a young man is who shouldn’t be, a scamp for sure he is. I shoo him out and leave to deliver one of my children, not clear which, to a stable up the road. When I return, my Mama has come home, I see her car. I enter in and there she is in her kitchen. There is a purse and garment bag upon the kitchen counter and she is there looking very old and thin. I am struck with her fragility as she so happily greets me. I wonder if she is eating enough.
I woke to Zoi’s sweet kisses as she stands above me on the bed. And it takes me a swift second to remember that my Mama is Dead. She comes to me in dreams. It was so good to see her.
My muscles need reawakening so I pulled out a kundalini DVD. The practice has rapid breathing and essentially some isometrics which loosen up my stiffening. This last year my body has done little but the essentials of moving through the day. Feels good to move intentionally through poses meant to strengthen areas which have been sleeping way too long. But boy am I sore.
As I move through Yoga space the animals all fall asleep. As my high charge tones down to low so do theirs. Three of them slept on their beds right beside my mat.
I had a call from a sister from another mother who is dear to my Texas Sis. She is in Ptown taking care of aging Papa for a bit but she wants also to come and play a bit. She makes me laugh and carries that so sharp a wit which grows in prevalence in the South. I love her, my Sister From Another Mother, aka my SFAM.
So SFAM might come out with her Papa on Sunday and SIL’s Mama and Papa are coming out for time on Saturday. Its going to be a circus, yes, it is. But fun and full of new adventures. We will go and see Oldest’s new place to work her Magic. SFAM said it has a Mastodon which isn’t real. She has a bead on everything, that SFAM.
It was the evening time so out I went to tuck The Fock of Five in bed. Thanksgiving and Christmas honked and waddled and tried to tell me they were fierce but they are full of goose poop, really. All it takes to fend them off is place your foot in their direction and they will turn aside and pretend they never objected to your presence. They are truly beautiful and strange.
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