27th March, 2019 Wednesday
Spring is here and Gray is sharing sky with Sun. Today we have the Gray with water sprinkling shoots of grass and bulbs erupting from our waking Earth.
Dream Kite flew right above my head with a tale of me preparing for a journey for which I needed sheaves of forms in order to enter other countries. So many sheaves, I housed them in a binder along with a manilla envelope with explanations for my travels. I left my home and drove a car to the place of imminent departure. I am greeted by a man who I dream know who somehow is involved in waving me on my journey. I leave my envelope and binder on the counter where the uniform is waiting with his stamp to turn around and collect my suitcase about ten feet away. When I arrive at counter once again, it is empty. I rack my brain bout how I could somehow produce all those bloody forms. I have my computer but forms are not loaded to “The Cloud” reachable from this terminal, but on a thumb drive left at home. Back in my car I go to race backwards home. And then I woke to morning with an urgent need to pee.
So I am hunting husbands for my Little. She is so precious to me and her Honey Man must be a stellar Zoi. No mere mortal dog will do, oh no. I am collecting lovely Zoi Men who strike me. We will see what Little’s littles come of this.
My SIL, aka Adam, works these days growing rare Fungii. He gave me tour of shroom growth from mycelium innoculation of wooden substrate to blooming clusters murmuring their soft beguile above like forms beneath the surface of the sea. Oysters blue and yellow. Shitakes, too, for which a baby goat was named. And this amazing lovely coral looking brilliant tasting Lion’s Mane which helps an aging brain. I have a five pound flat of Lions Mane on order every week to help my aging brain.
Tea was Green and rain is soft.
Ta.
Tea With Me 