Iconic Sensory Moment: feeling grounded as I peeled garlic for a meal.
To me it is natural that garlic should be in such a moment - the feeling of weight leaning into one hip socket, down to knee, down to foot and toes and floor and earth and just feeling Presence in the Moment. Frankly I don't know how better to explain it. Does it require it?
Q and I found treasure in our backgarden this afternoon: handfuls of sparkling green jewel beetles (not bugs I am firmly, 4 year oldly told) and another handful of yellow lichened pieces of walnut tree, dismantled months ago but still littering the yard.
Correction: today I spent time in this space and played house in it and by small clean ups in corners it transformed back into a Garden. If I was so inclined I could post a photograph of these small offerings that are now arranged on our table - vignettes, altars. I simultaneously cringe and love how this blog realm makes preciousness.
Apparently it is a corker of a full moon growing in our midst.
I have had sudden extreme feelings of loss in my life, and yet, have been driven to easily complete a multitude of chores that I have steadfastly ignored for weeks.
And have been enacting a different kind of nesting whereby things are Discarded, Sorted and Spaced rather than Collected, Hoarded, Snuggled.
This year, all two months of it, feels powerfully, positively stalked.
Momentum/Momentous
Today I discovered I have been driving la bomb for the past 12 months without any insurance
Last week a woman in another headspace/worldspace raced across a road to follow me at my shoulder and again, my weight swivelled in a socket to catch her front on: it was her breathing that caught me. In her face I could see that she was absent.
It turns out this was a reminder incident and dot points join. A phone call from a distant friend last Tuesday, this absent rushing woman and the spontaneous visit of other dear friends missed for a year. They all connect to one person and many people: a huge Catholic church in the south, The Beach Boys, a restless lady with flair, funeral and wake crashing . . .
God Only Knows Benjamin Rootes I know how to boil a pot of water orright?!
xxx
1 March 2007
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