10th August, 2019 Saturday
So Dream Kite flew low enough for me to grab the tale a bit. The snippet I remember clearly is being somewhere doing something and “Motorcycle Mama won’t you lay your big spike down” came through as soundtrack somehow although it was distinctly staticy.
Four days ago I had a lovely afternoon connecting once again with Eldest Niece, or EN as she will be known hereafter on these pages. We have had several conversations over the last four days. I do feel truly blessed.
She is a vivid vibrating soul, full of all the faerie magic rampant in our genepool and sadly our family culture has superficially denied its pulse, that magic. Some of us are so frightened by its presence, we have constructed forts of intellect to deflect its beckon. And some of us have found ways to trek along a prescribed path dropping magic dust as we trod.
But there are things, human things which cannot be breathed through machinations of the Mind. It is Soul, this engine which demands to filter our experience, that is, for some of us.
EN or ENtity, as I now feel called to name her, is thriving in a garden the soil of which gave little food for that which really pulses her. She, against a myriad of mundane odds, has found purchase to replenish and nourish that which makes her oh so very precious. It takes some time for rare and fine to manifest its blossomings from ground that fears so hard.
That fear feels its right so fiercely, it forgets that it can breathe. So those rare and fine birthed in its storm can strangle on its vine.
I have witnessed that fear fell one Special and know its swirl myself.
But not ENtity, oh so Rare and Fine. She has found her loving peace. Its warmth is working dissolution for ones so cased in Fear. She came to wash away the fright of those who hold her Dear.
Four years ago this Brilliant Soul hit a place of question. She has walked through fire emerging such a strongly tempered power. It is true loving kindness she is wielding with such gentle grace. I have in the last few days been so blessed to bask in light meander with her great huge Heart.
I write to say, I thank the Gods and Goddesses and Faeries and All the Angels Fair, that ENtity and I were so gifted to have the last four days..
I had a tree crew here a few days, three men who trimmed my plants and trees. Our Mother Oak breathed relief as she could lift her trimmed fingers higher to the Light and Air. Her thanks embraced me as I stood beneath her shelter after. I saw her smile in the breezefilled dancing of her arms.
I always am a bit disarmed by men who climb. As climbing is a thing I fear in all that it applies.
I feel I came to only be so far at this incline. Higher up, I would have lost too much that is my right design.
I am happy here this morning as I type to write. Wind River sends its surges all about my towering home. I dub it Gorgelonewolf Rock, steeped in all the forces of the Air that rush this channel of the Land.
I am grateful for this time.
Tea was Jasmine Green
Much Much Love to All
Ta
Tea With Me 