11 August, 2019 Sunday
Well Dream Kite flew low enough for a few snippets. Lets see what I can pull down in my waking morning fog. One snippet was that for some very good reason, and I now know not what, I had the charge of no less than ten dachshund pups who were with me as I wandered through some very important tasks one of which had me climbing eight flights of stairs to claim the opportunity to rent a very new kind of car. She, this car, was red but shiny translucent red gel with red seats which molded to me as I settled. This red wheeled lady rolled from thoughts it seemed, my hands nary touched the wheel.
Then snippet morphs to being on the ground in some house where Duckle pups are somewhere secured and two First Peoples long black braided burly men startle me in this strange living room, stating they are here to aid me with my project. I have enough sense to not erupt with, “what project?” and let them guide me to another room in which a white man has in hand what seems to be video tape. I realize he has a hold of footage I had shot and meant to edit to coherence but had never done. I feel apologetic for this so I stumble with excuse and then he delivers me a sheet upon which I have written huge abuse towards him. I know its time for me to speak abject apology which I manage sufficiently for him to tear up my scribed abuse. The project is a go and then I had to pee
So Little Alien, Dead Ringer for Eddie Munster and RBG Puppy Justice is a fabulous night cuddler. She is six months old and full of puppy mayhem which I have little patience for. But after days of scurryifind myself beguiled in the middle of the night when snuggle need has caused her head to rest up next to mine. Her short rough coated paddle feet are wrapped around my neck. I whisper in her velvet ear how much I just adore her. My goose is cooked.
My house, my home, this Gorgelonewolf Rock, this week will start receiving my caress. She is wearing colors which do not suit her strong and glorious bones. I am painting her and flooring her in ways that will expose her generosity and grace. This process starts tomorrow with a carpenter for steps. Painter is to follow and then the floors replaced.
The day is blowsy, 70’s and sunny. Two nights ago we had a storm which thunder lightening bolted down the Gorge. First rain in many weeks, its smell, that smell as water falls through dusty air always makes me rest. Its August summer now and soon we will have Fall. The land will shed its color in a last screaming dance and cold and dark will descend as Earth replenishes in cold dank sleep.
But early evening yesterday beckoned for a stroll and found myself picking blackberries with Eldest, her SIL and their little Duke. Quite idyllic, thank you Gods.
Skunk wafted in my window at about the moment light of dawn hit my walls this morning. Short visit but sharp it was. I wonder what the little thing found that warranted its spray. I am the kind that on the breeze find skunk perfume to please. I said hello and wafted back to sleep.
Mercury is forward now, allowing us to move through places of the heart and home which have seemed to stew. Move with your hearts’ and remember, we are in need of holding eachother, there is such Fear around. Most of those that seem so different really aren’t so strange. If we stop to listen long enough to what they Fear, we might dispell the Clang.
Tea is Green
Ta.
Tea With Me 