tueS.day
juL.y 16th, 2002
You
are amazed when you look around and see all that is
before you. There are just too many gifts in these
bountiful times. Try to recycle what you can't use.
If you still have more than your share, give the extra
portions away. This is a good time to make charitable
contributions to worthwhile organizations, Sagittarius.
Friends may not be for sale, but they can certainly
be impressed. Invest some of your good will for a
return in dry times.
(...oh
yah.. i know this one as well.. so many gooD. enerGies
here.. keeping me my path in front of me ... if anybody
neeD.s some good viBe.s .. take it.. gooD. enerGies
to you .. sometimes being a conduit for others helps
my healin'.. )
10:04
aM
back poRch, caS.a de sLo...
tHe
overcast sLo sky this morning...
...made me
think of my sf .. and how i loved getting up early on
days like this where you just want to stay cuddled inside
..nice and warm and get a head start on your day...
before all the rest of it wakes up.. i meant to do this
yesturday .. but i did it today.. :)
i
got distracted yesturday afternoon .. after evacuatin'
the tribe from the caS.a de sLo for the the eX.terminators..
i meant to finish what i got up early for and finding
problems with my internet connectinons were not going
to allow me to do so...
eliZ.a's
remains came home yesturday afternoon.. and i brought
her home and wRapped the plain rectangular wHite plastic
box that wHas now what wHas physically left of my dear
tribemate in my field..
the old white
tablecloth from great grandama this is my refuge...
the symbol of safety and comfort and the meaning of
all that comes and all that goes.. like a breathe..
im reminded to keep breathing and what it is i truely
need...
eliZ.a
spent her last day sleeping on our field and when she
passed.. i had brought her the blue plaid shirt that
comforted eP.s when she made the same voyage.. it brought
comfort to them knowing it wHas mine.. (daddys).. and
knowing i wHas with them always.. and wear it now knowing
of the connection i have with my spirit tribe comforting
me.. being part of me.. always..
i snuggled
with the field wrapped around my babie's ashes.. my
physical soul cried deep and still hurts from the severe
of our physical bond.. it's deep mann.. like an invisible
knife that slices you with memories and thoughts and
drains you..
i slept solid
last nite...with my kitts.. so many...
more than
a physical eYe could count...
