by Abbie Graham. I finally just bought a copy of this beautiful book. I hope to remember it as my companion through my Season of Honor and each coming season.
I want to remember this october ceremonial day though, or ceremonial anyway. The days of the geese passing through the shire. Maybe after the geese pass through there is a marking in someway. I have to think about it. I love the idea that the "holiday" is fluid depending upon an event and not a date of any kind.
just how could i mark this late autumn time? i'm looking at the ferocious goose picture from the Reichsmuseum in Amsterdam. she represents sheltering, guarding, protecting, rising up to take care. hmmm.
the geese have a difference significance. what?
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
paths pages steps everywhere
ok, ok, ok. here i am again. checking this place actually because i need to launch postcards. it's the kind of thing i didn't even explain to ken knowing he pretty much just humor me. he did. somewhat i deserve it in truth. ideas. paths, pages. they're strewn everywhere. somewhere somehow they are going to collect into something other than a trail though. they will aleign [?weird, can't find it] themselves into a path, really they will. slightly bent, slightly uphill works.
i don't want to delete things here inorder that it may meet the public eye. some of what i have stashed here needs to stay expressed. since i ask the "who am i" question so constantly and repeatedly it's valid to keep the words.
i likely will open a new postcard blog. i hope to keep coming here too. lapses are history. as sue says, "just keep showing up for things".
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