The network of mycelium can be enormous and there is increasing evidence of communication between species: mycelium to trees or rhizomes to trees or trees to other trees. But it isn’t infinite, is it?
I went to Swedish Edmonds medical for another round of lung testing last Friday May 26. Since I have to cross the Hood Canal Bridge and take a ferry, I leave early. Arriving early, I walk around the building and they too had wonderful rhododendrons and iris and roses!
My mind and heart talk daily, argue back and forth. They takes sides on everything and often disagree. Why is this such a threat to some, what crooked course makes them hate my inner talk with such intensity? I thank you for the clarity, discussion and the clues. The angry bear that attacks you in your sleep. I see the split and wonder what to do. The bear protects your heart, hidden deep. I hug the bear and monsters through bars of steel. The silly mind thinks feelings are controlled. Buried and locked away but every day more real. Under horror, grief and pain lies the gold. Each must heal the split by going in alone Invite the bears and monsters of the heart to come back home.
My mind is done and unsurprised. My heart a stubborn rock. My heart does not give up: loves where it loves. It doesn’t care about reality or whether it is derided or mocked. My mind moves on and kicks my heart, wondering where this tenacity stems from. My heart is done with tears. It agrees to new friends and joys in dance. When my mind says forget, my heart jumps and steers my body into a warrior fighting stance. My mind is cynical and laughs and derides my heart. I let them fight back and forth every day. I cannot reach an end unless I start to honor my feelings, the heart must hold sway. My mind moves on, ignoring what you do. Yet my stubborn heart remains a friend, strong and true.
I love this rose! Now I have to be very careful to close the front gate or the deer will come in and eat every flower and bud.
And tomato leaves are poisonous, but the deer do not seem to care. I left this in the back yard for one night and the deer have eaten nearly every leaf!
Funny how our brains work. I think of going to the other computer and then think I will look in this one for a moment. I have photographs from years past of the New Old Time Chautauqua. I open the file of Nikon photographs. There are 28 subfiles. I go to July 2018. At the end of the file, here is this motley parade. The New Old Time Chautauqua with our local Unexpected Brass Band and Other Friends.
I didn’t “know” that these photographs were even on this laptop. At least, not consciously. These are taken at the fairgrounds, August 11, 2018, in Port Townsend, Washington.
The New Old Time Chautauqua is the last one on the road. They are fundraising to go work and play with the Blackfoot Confederacy in Canada and the US. There are too many people dying from fentanyl, so the Chautauqua is part of the healing process. They are fundraising as they hit the road. I wish all of them the best.
And here is the Unexpected Brass Band at THING last year. You can hear them even if you can’t see them!
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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