I find I’m tired of my own words. Tired of their limitations. So for now, no words– just these images to remind me of how it all looked. How the earth smelled. How the soil felt in my hands. How the earth felt on my feet. How cloth responded in kind.
following thread 
I have not words…..
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but presence–you have that–and i’m happy to hear from you
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i would miss your words ..cynthia
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hi Cynthia. sometimes it feels like i’m struggling too hard to express something…that i spew it out w/o before it’s quite formed–but as i write this, i realize that the process of expression, or trying to express, is simply part of the birthing process…so…thank you for your kind comment. hope all is well in your world
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that is it..exactly..it is a gift i think..a conversation with a friend/friends where you can try to work out thoughts to frame all the whirling sandstorms of thoughts within..it is ..to me..wonderful to see the feeling and thoughts and ideas struggle to be , to form..to not feel as if everyone else has these things whole and complete within them ..while i struggle..not badly but truly…laughing at myself when i realize how time has not necessarily brought completeness but only more questions… more choices …more possible paths emerging as others close…sometimes so unexpectedly..to find community in all of this… it is safe..a gift …gentle day to you..cynthia
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Earth Benediction.
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yes. and to place hand in soil is to touch the body of the divine. yes.
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your garden is a WonderLand. i wish i could sit there with you as you tell me about it. So different than “garden” here. It’s old Earth that knows. and you might be tired of your own words, but i am not. your words freed something in me that i’d been unable to find. and the Cloths, the First Iris. Yes. and now another…i need words for the new one. Find me some words when you can, yes? LOVE
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this time of year–when it’s still cool and moist, everything has such a primoridal feeling–“fecund” as Mo Crow http://itscrowtime.wordpress.com
recently observed. somehow the heat of summer just doesn’t evoke the same sensations. so yes, old Earth is really singing right now and it would be lovely to walking through the garden with you. there are stories to tell. and the green cloth, the garden cloth, may hold the tale.
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what a great garden full of the goodness of spring, you care with such deep heart for our world, if we all look after the rivers and oceans, the soil & plants, the rocks and the trees, the animals, the bugs and each other where we are then we may just by sheer people power (and there is a lot of us who care deeply) we can start moving the dominant paradigm away from the love of money to the love of our planet and each other.
Imagine…
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yes. just imagine!
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everything is so green and beautiful. everything loved all the rain and cool weather, i see. i know well the feeling of fulfillment and consumation that the garden brings. Here’s to a bumper crop!
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keep your hoe ready!
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consummation
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