In a Tree by the Door

This morning Angelina and Steve and I went to breakfast at the farm. As we were leaving a beautiful bright bluebird flew by us! When we came home, Angelina and I talked and talked outside. And then somebody else was talking too in the tree! I kept looking into this tree, because there was a sparrow singing in here nonstop. It kinda made me wonder. What did my wandering eyes see but a nest! Wow! Angelina and I squealed and giggled and took pictures. Here they are-Three little tiny fuzzy babies...with little tiny wings...Hi baby sparrows!
Your momma has been singing all about you!

Law and Storm

Consequences require Evolution. Can we call it Law? Higher function seeks to entrain lower function. What appears as dissonance is the lower function undergoing entrainment by the higher. Love said something like, "My dear, it appears that we are in a divided Court of Law. I'd like to take you home all in one peace. May I court you please?"

Terrence McKenna said, "Unconditional positive regard. That's the example of nature."

There was a big storm that came through here at midnight into Thursday. The wind roared like mad through the evergreens and rain pounded on the roof and lightning lit up the night like it was day. I sat at the top of the stairs scared and thought of Jesus. And he became a captain on a ship. An explorer! There were waves around our vessel crashing violently. Calmly in the sea spray he pulled a map from his coat. He spread it out, and tracing a line with his finger, said nonchalantly:

These are the coordinates. You'll recognize our trajectory.

Also, the country we're sailing into doesn't operate on the currency from our last shore. Can you generate the new one yourself right now?

In the... in the middle of this storm?

Yes.

Food in the Backyard

Plants in the backyard growing without cultivation...
maybe they're in your backyard too!

This is Lambs Quarters, and is sometimes sold as Wild Spinach. It can be blended with fruit to make a smoothie, or used as a salad base- whatever way spinach might be prepared.
This is sorrel. Sorrel has distinctive leaves that are shaped like a fish. Sorrel leaves have a lemony flavor, and taste great in a salad. To supplement my diet with sorrel, I pick a few leaves (or flowers now that they're blooming) when I'm outside and chew on them as I walk around.
This is red clover. The University of Maryland Medical Center says that red clover may have blood-thinning properties, which keeps blood clots from forming. It appears to improve blood flow. Traditionally, it's regarded as helpful in cleansing the liver, as an expectorant, as a diuretic, and as treatment for psoriasis and eczema.
This is white clover. The clovers can be eaten leaves, flowers, and all. White clover flowers have an impressive protein profile. I just pop them in my mouth, but I read that soaking them in salt water for a while tenderizes the flower so that they are gentle enough on human digestion to eat lots and lots.
Generally I eat as many flowers as possible. When they're growing outside, I like at least a flower a day. Energetically, from my perspective, flowers are the beautiful bright joy-bringing beings that through their life and death disperse seeds. I admire the life path they've chosen, so I eat them to be more like them.

To avoid any kind of ill will from a plant, I ask it for permission to pick a flower. The kindness of flowers is overwhelming from my human perspective- they are eager to share themselves at any expense. Some of them don't want to be eaten, picked or touched, and I appreciate that too.

Parsley Rosewater...
I love to drink spring water! I love to smell roses! I also love to eat parsley! In order to unite this triumvirate of awesomeness, I got out this glass pitcher my sister gave me, filled it with fresh water, plucked an organic rose and placed it into the water (though the rose eventually floats to the top), pinched off some parsley flowers and floated them in the water too, then placed a glass plate atop the pitcher. The pitcher sat in the sun all afternoon, and during that time the heat of the sun helps the rose and parsley release their oils. The plate on top of the pitcher facilitates the necessary condensation process, as opposed to the evaporation process. Then through the night the water gathers moonlight. This morning it went into the refrigerator. Steve and I have been drinking this water today and it tastes so so good. To make it last for a few days, I fill a glass with water then add this parsley rosewater from the pitcher to top it off. It's joyful medicine!

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"The sum of wisdom is that time is never lost that is devoted to work. Raphael paints wisdom; Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it... Wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common." -RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Food

There's all these foods for the starving herded masses, bless us. The bind doesn't hold us anymore. And the boxes don't have to stay.

Flowerscape by Yvonna Coomber

If we be what we swallow- I like us all water, magic herbs, royal silver and gold, sprouts, flowers, olives, and honey. Bright green twinkles, wise rooted things. And berries. Roses. Moss and Seagrasses. Peaches. And sunshine, moonlight, star twinkle, and Love. Yeah.

Isn't this a beautiful painting? I like to be in beautiful things. Even though they make me feel like a gutted fish. Or like the moment just before breaking through the water into the air to breath. One half moment before. Or like a drunk bumble bee. "Bee, look at you. You are already a drunk pollen dizzy mess and you're trying to get more?" Bzzzyeah!

Right now I'm an octopus flopped out, washed out on the sand planning the exquisite walk I'm sure to be taking down the beach. For a couple weeks- been envisioning different versions of the new big piece for the One Night Show in November. The imagination experience is sort of like the time my Dad was chasing us with tickles as a tiny kid. I got so excited I ran into a door and knocked myself out! Then I woke up in my Mother's arms.

Lanterns

As the sun was coming above the trees,
two wingy things were chit chatting.Time and Space are like a Chinese lantern,
"Time and space are a stubbornly present illusion."
At first it is all compressed together.
Remove the bind,
and it releases into one world
Full of Air
and you can put a light in there!
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We were underground,
and she was made of granite, old bones, and cobwebs.
With her two rock hands there she plied open her big sternum.
All the rock and bones cracked. skin dust.
and out flowed molten gold like hot honey from a rock
it trickled and flowed down.
Glistening
A little bird came and drank it as nectar
and then this little bird sneezed
and a green vine grew up to a tiny light.
Persephone?
"Before the gods that made the gods had seen their sunrise pass, the white horse on the white horse vail was cut out of the grass."
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Don't rush. The sun orbits, doesn't it?
This place turns.
And you cannot push it.
It has already been set in motion.

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Inside the Eye is a galaxy

First Rose!

Here's my new lady! This is the first rose bloom this year and I am so tickled! She smells wonderful! Heeeeeere's Madame Hardy's debut bloom!
This morning I was thinking... what could be a better gift than adoring life and creation so much that it just rolls in ecstasy from our total attention? Everything a happy dog that wants its belly rubbed with our love. We love us!

Compass Rose

He went away to pray
Always went a way
And I do too
Just to be a little more
a little more...

We were talking about direction.
What way do you go?
Well all points radiate out.
And you know that's gonna be a trip, man.
But I'm not a man, man.
O.
Well in that case,
Quit straight trippin'
and check out the scent here
of this come pass.
And what goes on there?
Woman, to find out
you got to have nuffin'.
Like the Eye of the Needle kind of thing?
Gotta have nothing?
Damn. Ya'll still be deaf.
I said, "ENOUGH IN."
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Listen, Love.
Sit at the center of your compass.
Sense her scent here.
Bee in the Rose
so that the flowers be pollinated,
and the rosehips grow.
Then there will be enough
Vitamin C for everybody.
.

By the way-

"The antioxidant qualities of vitamin C help prevent crystallization and accumulation of foreign molecules that result in blurred vision."

Coventry Carol sings her song

I'm all done!



(There's more pictures I'll post in a few days, I just wanted to slip in a few to show you this morning, as she's being delivered today!)

Excited Fluffy Friend

I put my first young rose bush into the ground on Wednesday!
It appears I'm not alone in being excited about it.
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Dearest Darling Bunny,

Of course we all love being cozy with roses.

However.
This....

This may be a wee bit too cozy.

Yes?

Selling the Art

Cult of Personality.

In the Arts. The cult of celebrity. The celebrity gig is gilded, yet we all have to write out our qualifications to prove our value for the great wondrous market, whatever that is. To have some kind of oomph behind our name so people will want to buy our stuff. So people will buy us. "In a comparative analysis, it was proven that you are the best, hence most deserving of food/water/love/housing/electricity/and transportation costs." I'm not a commodity but I play one on the internet! It's getting weird.

And what's real? Holding hands, that feels. Singing a song, that feels. Sharing a gift is exhausting if everyone isn't each sharing a gift. We have to share more so we don't all get tired. Maybe, dear heart, instead of putting love out there and hearing the walloping empty clang of indifference, we should just encourage the sharing of gifts one person at a time. Let's do this together. Your you is completely unique- you must speak. You must paint, we must invent, build, tear down, dream, love, film, sing, laugh, kiss, nap, wink, snuggle, breathe- for us, yeah, for us all.

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[By the way, while we were eating lunch our garden was bought out and now we have to pay to pick the tomatoes we planted. And apparently we still have to do the weeding.]