Setting up The Pin

 Today was a beautiful fall day. The sun was warm, a breeze became almost blustery and the Marigolds, late in coming, are grand. Giant orange. Giant yellow.

I’m slowly feeling a little better and stronger after a bout with virus and deep recovery work. Like giving birth my medicine woman pal says, you need a couple weeks to be cared for. 

I like that perspective.

So I’m setting up the space where care can be received and given. The sign originally read The Safety Pin Cafe. With the early and sudden rains, the sign got soaked and mildew set in before I noticed. 

To salvage the sign and keep mold free, I trim off the two ends of the sign, and moved the lettering around,

She’s now “the pin,”

Sometimes change can surprise you. 

I’ll keep you posted.

Opala man cometh

 A virus has come. 

The dreams have been stirring up so much opala garbage. “What? I lost Dikka.” In last night’s dreams I was carrying (literally) piles of old stuff, some containers I recognized from my day life. 

A friend was with me in the dream. Kind and calm. But I was having none of that. “ Stay here.” I told her as I walked off to find something… I didn’t remember what. 

Recognition struck me, in the dream. I didn’t know where I’d left my friend(the thing of value!)

Back in my day life in the hours just before dawn I called a trusted friend. She held me in her heart, listened deeply without interrupting. 

Then, we sorted things out. 

“You’re on the threshold.”

“Ha?”

“The threshold of receiving good. Good CAN follow good.”

Pause.

“Let all that garbage go.”

Oh.!

We ended our call and I sent myself to the bag of oatmeal and boiled water.

Outside where our stove is I set the oats to simmer and climbed the vardo steps to wait inside. A few minutes later I went back to check my breakfast, stirred and then saw two bright lights coming through the alder woods. 

Rrooom! 

The garbage man cometh! Friday morning. Garbage day.

I let the shut go and filled my blue pottery bowl with hot oatmeal, butter and a scoop of apricot preserves.

Good can come from good if I set out the garbage and let it go. 

Seems this is the flavor of the day. Our landlady forgot to wheel the garbage bin out. The universe has a sense of humor and I got to unload onto this blog post!!

Whew 😰