29th October, 2018 Monday
Well Dream Kite trailed vivd enough for me to hold the tale and once again my Mama came. I drove up to a house and there she was sitting out with a friend sipping some white wine. My siblings did collect around about this house. Yet another party scene. I found myself observing dream Me outside the house leaning over a low garden wall weeping deeply and in the Dream I felt the loss which sourced that torrent from my eyes. I knew the Dream Tale was revealing this deep deep truth about the loss it was inside me when my Papa passed in 98. He had enveloped all his loved ones with a blanket of protection against anything on Earth. It pulsed from him, this energetic safety net he cast to those about him. I am sure its why that great big monster company he did all that legal work for trusted him with all their deepest secrets because he was that kind of vault. This Dream Tale had an arrow whose mission was to pierce the armour of my heart’s encasing of this deep deep grief of having lost the source of Papa’s Harbor so many on this Earth never felt. I miss him.
Today we had a task to do for The Wizard. He is that fabulous wonderful boy whose Papa is The Grand Smooth Saluki King and his Mama is Swedish Saluki Princess, the first of her lovely grizzled line to cross the Great Atlantic. She and the King produced five magical fabulous boys. Four of them were lovely smooths. They came out first. And Wizard was the last to birth and the only feathered. He’s listed as “Red Sable” on his AKC registration but his Swedish family who have been breeding Grizzles for many many decades, look at all his photos and declare him a “Red Grizzle”.
He is a fine fine boy, no matter what color classified he lies in so with his perfection on my mind, the task today was to “collect” him.
Well, We loaded up the Chariot with Husband at the helm and Super Zoi to partner Wizard for the journey through the weather whipped Gorge West.
Magnificent that passage. Every time I transverse her, she murmers to my soul the song of ancient and profound home. “You are of the Earth, she calls from her rocks and steep rugged treed tiered walls. Her sculptures are the Artwork of the Ancient Gods. So are we all. Her song is a reminder that I am a piece of this great ancient Earth which did exist before anything that resembles me and will continue long after all that humankind has inflicted on her, she has oh so gracefully and finally dispatched to the forgotten place. She will survive and that part of all of us which is of Her will continue in The Strange that she will source after we no longer can survive. But Earth is Life. And so we who live from her will be a part of how that happens after we are gone. We are her mistake and great things grow from those who have wisdom enough to look at the mistake for source. Mother Earth is very wise.
So after finding the Collection Shack down an obscure road, I filled out many forms and was not a little struck by how decayed the building was. The interior was sadly unattended for its lack of being spit and polished. We were told by the very facile Lady of the Desk that he could be collected by her coworker just around the corner. Well, I brought him round the corner and this young woman wearing blue gloves proceeded to encourage his collection. Now Wizard is 3 year old and has never been other than a gentleman. And he never has been with a Lady Dog at the time of her Reception. So for all intents and purposes he was a Virgin Boy. He produced what he produced and yelped so she stopped her ministrations. We then had to collect his DNA which required a swab of his lovely lovely cheek. He was not at all comfortable with that idea, oh no, not at all.
After both young ladies tried to rassle him to submit to a scrub of his inner cheek, I finally said, “Wait a minute.” I gave him a treat and one of them held him while I snuck the squiggle swab up underneath his chin so he didn’t see it. It swished around his cheek and then I pulled it out and we were done.
Needless, to say, both of us were just a little traumatized. He is my precious Wizard. Apparently the “Collection” is 2 and 1/2 vials of his precious Papa stuff. That is Good Enough.
Tea was Earled Creamed and Honeyed and The Wine is a Malbec.
Ta.
Tea With Me 