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Is happening, right now.  Has been decided, but I just don't know.  There's the elections, the protesting going on where I grew up, and then my oldest son. 

I've typed and deleted, and typed and deleted, typed and deleted every morning now, for the last 4 months.  Here, there, everywhere.  It's out there.  An hour every morning, to where I almost feel like I could do this as a 'job'. It's damn sure not 'art'. 

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Here it is, a week later and not one thing of those three listed above has turned out the way I thought it would, and prepared for. I saw the signs, but ignored them.  I can't help but wonder, what else am I missing? 

I look towards the internet for a bit of guidance, it's never failed me before, right?  ha!  

Actually, I take that back. I've 'met' some very good and kind and interesting people online, a meeting of the minds, and for that I'm thankful.  Also, it rained during the night. Not enough to put out any fires, but at least it settled the dust a bit here in town. 

Still reading along, and peeking thru the windows..

 

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Comment by Carole Dixon on December 30, 2016 at 9:33am

I read the grandma Aggie link. I was watching the Salmon Ceremony on PBS when I saw her.

my dad learned to fly in WWII. He was going to be a glider pilot, but they canceled the gliders before the end of the war so he never made it overseas. I went up once with him in a small plane. I had to keep my seatbelt on, so I couldn't see out (I must have been small). Not seeing really distressed me. Mostly I sailed with him, his great love, riding the wind, exactly what the glider pilots did.

i was there too, on Open. I was PoetTess and I was there in 2008. -2010 or so, then I came back before they closed shop, then here. I want to change my name to Tess here and maybe start posting again. I think I'm ready to put a layer between my name and my writing. I've been told the government is getting ready to take names and kick the ass of any dissenters and resisters. Why make it simple for them. Of course, I want to find my old stuff online - good luck - but I hear they have their ways.

Comment by Anna Herrington on December 30, 2016 at 9:54am

...not bragging, to me...

http://www.agnesbakerpilgrim.org/Page.asp?PID=89

She talks a lot about 'taking the 18" journey, from the mind to the heart, and to live and see and experience others through the heart.'  That is the saving grace sweet spot for life and our planet.

She has no idea, but she changed my life, with her presence and her words...

I'm not usually pulling out smudge sticks when someone comes over for tea, btw, but it seemed like a good idea for you, Carole. Hope it helped. ... 

New year, new world, or something like that. We can only try to keep the balance, our balance. Tricky - at the best of times, for me, at least.

Happy New Year's early to you ~ lots to do over here, was hoping to do a photo post of the year, but ... we'll see. The son who went back to the city  three days ago suddenly knocked on the front door again yesterday. Apparently the better New Year's Eve party is up in Portland, not down in SF.

ha! So much like the old wanderer me, spontaneously hopping cities, spending hard earned cash, just be at the right 'scene.'  

He's so not frivolous, the accountant son.... any of my sons.... that I just laughed that he was letting loose a little.

Okay, off for now. 

although ...tr ig's thread? will go look...

Comment by tr ig on December 30, 2016 at 10:19am

We are reaching a pivot point at tr ig's thread. Far past pivot here! 

Well I haven't dropped in for coffee in a few, so I caught up, then went and pressed me a cup and now I'm back.

Smudging .. I believe in that, and love sage .. the smell, the feel it brings. Reminds me, I need to replenish my smudge stock. 

The Salmon Ceremony? Who knew .. 

Julie I wasn't aware until my one post where I said Hello from Fargo, that you were indeed once a resident of that high plains Mecca of enlightenment. What grabbed me here today though, the riding around on gravel roads, drinking beer, smoking .. cigs and reefer, laughing it up, enjoying some new found freedom. Almost makes me want to write a blog you know. Maybe that would be a good open call, except I think, some people didn't have gravel roads, the megalopolis kids.

Flying ... I have very pleasant dreams of flying. Sometimes I'm the pilot of an aircraft--sometimes a small craft, sometimes a jumbo ass jet, usually flying low trying to avoid power lines and such, then off to some incredible place, and I'm the freaking captain. Then there's the "gliding" dreams, no craft required, not flying but gliding, effortlessly in defiance of gravity. Like I can approach a long set of stairs, in my dream, and rather than walking them down, I glide them, never touching a single step. Other times it's out in a nature scene like a glade or meadow, and simply by intending it I can levitate and even rise to scary high levels. Those are sublime dreams .. sigh. I mentioned Castaneda in my post .. don Juan taught him special dreaming, sorcerer's dreaming, where one can summon volition, changing a normal dream into something magical where we can live much as we live in "the real world" but have access to all the mysteries and power of the universe. This starts, the first exercise for dreaming, by training yourself to search for your hands in your dream i.e. realizing that you are in a dream, but commanding intent. I know this is possible for I have done it. No kidding. Trying to get back to that now, in my latter years .. now that life's drama has receded, giving me space and time to rediscover the forgotten mysteries and untapped power that each of us has direct access to, if only we tried.

Comment by Anna Herrington on December 30, 2016 at 10:41am

" Trying to get back to that now, in my latter years .. now that life's drama has receded, giving me space and time to rediscover the forgotten mysteries and untapped power that each of us has direct access to, if only we tried."

Yes. I've been feeling this, too.

You have better words about it this morning, though.... nice!

Comment by Anna Herrington on December 30, 2016 at 10:48am

ps - I added that link about Agnes because it is really about who she is and her message for us all.

 ("I was still arguing with my Creator."  ...boy does that resonate.)

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 31, 2016 at 11:20pm

***

After midnight...I haven't seen you all since last year!  I'm drinking a cup of coffee and eating Baklova.  Bought it in a box, but it's pretty good.  Comment section is down, so we're way way way on the back page now.  Everybody here at my house, has gone back to their separate machines after counting it down together, out in the living room on the television set.  What's that?  What sort of 'secrets' should we share now, down at the corner of the Piggly Wiggly, behind the magazine section? 

Here's one I found on the internet awhile back, the 12th street bridge in Fargo.  Not too far from the old High School, which thank goodness I just checked does not have my year online yet.  I better prepare though.  Get my stories straight. 

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 31, 2016 at 11:25pm

That was one scary bridge, still dream about it.  clackity clackity clack.  They tore it down, years ago. 

Anyway...

Happy New Year!  See you soon!

Comment by Carole Dixon on January 1, 2017 at 4:00pm

Happy New Year's to Julie and the rest of the coffee (and tea Club, seen and unseen). may we all help make this world a batter place, one peace filled breath at a time.

Comment by Julie Johnson on January 2, 2017 at 5:11am

...a 'batter' place?  (teasin')  that would work though, make it about cooking and blending personalities like ingredients, or something. 

Yesterday, being the first day of the New Year and all, was in pretty 'deep thought' mode but nothing really seemed to 'gel'.  We had our usual Sunday morning biscuits and gravy with GB's mom.  She used to cook, and only invite her son.  She made it very clear to me, that that was their time. I don't mind.  Now, she's elderly and can't see, her son cooks.  And, he invites me.  I usually wait a bit, give them some time and then I'll show up, with the dog. 

My Anna gets on me all the time, when I say 'the dog'.  She is not 'the dog', she says to me, very indignantly, "She is Tootsie'', she says.  Okay, okay...

I hear what you're saying about the town dog, vs the country dog.  Leash or not. We're sort of half and half here.  Long hill from the main road, going up a long driveway to our house, with woods behind.  But over the years, being fenced a bit more here, and a bit more there.  Traffic picking up down the cul de sac... 

I know I've mentioned before how the street names follow the names on the stones at the cemetery?  I think, we're one of the last ones still on the same hill with our last name.  Everybody has died, or moved off over the last 20 years.  I didn't go to the cemetery this winter, before christmas to clean up for visitors.   GB had hired a helper a few months ago, and brought him instead.  I was just a bit salty about that, but then I thought, eh it's on me.  If I wanted to go that bad, I would.  Even if I didn't have a vehicle, it's with in walking distance.  I'm the one that 'quit'.  Just typing this out, I realize that I've been avoiding the cemetery now, for a few months.  I drive thru it, saw a deer the other day, but haven't actually stopped and walked around much, this last year.  I didn't yesterday either, didn't even think about it.  But dreamt of it over the night.  Just in passing, while I was flying around. 

Nothing has been said in the 'news' about those tire fires, a few months ago.  I mean, c'mon.  It's Indians.  you know there was smoke signals.  OH speaking of coincidences, tr igs thread with all the names being mentioned.  I found on a 'hidden' file on this old lap top, a BUNCH of old pictures and memes that I'd been saving all along, but I didn't think they 'took' so I forgot about them.  Anna was sitting beside me, she's the one that actually found it.  Such a fun zing, thinking where to use these?  It's nothing that bother anybody here, it was from 2001.  yet, some other thread on here, the past few days mentions codes.

and also, here a page or two back, we mention the twitter king's wife.  Talk about a bird in a golden cage, I noticed a picture yesterday, and thought she looks terrified.  I wonder if I'm interpreting that right?  My opinion anyway.  I wouldn't want to be in her shoes. 

Reading up one more time, before I sign off.  I've never sailed, it looks like so much fun.  That, and surfing.  I'm a pretty good swimmer, but prefer calmer waters, sort of scared of the deep so never have done either of those two things. 

Comment by Anna Herrington on January 3, 2017 at 10:43am

Happy New Year!!

... feel all talked out for now but thinking of you guys, watching the snow fall, having caught the cold my granddaughters had and coughed right in my face several times about ten days ago... it's moving through the family now... I refuse to lie down.

"I'm fine, I'm FINE."

*hack, hack, cough, cough*

; )

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