There has been time spent. In Between. Free from this and that. Always reminding me of my Father's words, there is is no there there. And I feel free from so much, well, bullshit I can say, when I put myself in that in between space. After a while it becomes a place where I can see beyond the noise of self righteousness. I can say I've been a bit tired. For so many reasons. But I'm better now.
November's Stray Self is simply standing. Standing. Like a tree. In between this and that. Sensing a change in climate. And feeling free.
There is a chill in the air, and a bit of holiday spirit.
There has been a lot unsaid in the past months. I think a lot about that. Why it suddenly became like that.
We did get a few flakes yesterday. Not much really. But I was outside singing "it's snowing!". And I slept well.
Really do love her. There are memories of Dad saying, “You’ll know when you get there.” And K’s mom’s “Through is a place.” Maybe how everything is or is a part of everything, “there” is everywhere and nowhere. Wherever it may be. oxo
Sounds about right to me…
A softer, gentler self with her branchy arms. Such a nice place to land.
I like the sound of branchy.
Well, what a friendly and relaxed looking fellow!
He seems to mirror your words.
mostly the cloth and the words intertwine.
Another morning with “freezing fog.” It’s surreal…and really cold. What to say, how to say it, when to say it, why to say it; such a tricky thing. It probably always has been but our words reach so far now. This stray seems content. 🙂
ha, just like in real life, if the thread gets too long the risk of tangled increases…
Deb…Pogonip?
Words reaching far, how do they land well?
Pogonip, I learned a new word!
New word for me too! I think so considering the condensation on my car window froze again by the time I got to work.
Getting a good night’s sleep makes an amazing difference in one’s outlook. Things that yesterday seemed difficult or tedious and tiresome seem less so with the change in our perception of them.
Sleep, the deep kind is so much the medicine.
Well, Jude, we seem to be on parallel paths…dealing with this and that, weary of the whirled, being quiet and not saying much…but yes, perhaps a touch of holiday spirit now, a change of Season, the brisk chill air is invigorating! Snow! ( We had frost this a.m.!)
I’m working on channeling joy! Wheeeee❄️❄️🤸❄️❄️
Gosh I love snow.
The Woods do that for me…release me from the bonds of society.
I can honestly say I require them.
Nice to have you back, Stray One!
It is a nice balance here, being near what we need but also having the space to be “far from the fray”. Required, yes,.. And unplugging too. Which is often in my head.
This post really moved me, Jude…you touched on so many of my thoughts and the days when my “STRAY” self walks the paths that you do.. and yet, there is a quiet and breathing period when all of the rest is not important – and you always take me happily into just being quiet…feeling free. xo
Thank you for walking this path with me. Quietly.
I look at this wonderful stray self and I can just see you outside singing (and maybe a little dancing) “it’s snowing!” This stray just portrays lightness, starting right at the roots, it makes me happy to see it and happy you are feeling better.
yes, the lightness in simply connecting one day to another…
Good morning Jude 🌞
Sun is out this morning but it was a cold start at 38 degrees 🥶
31 here, Pam! Brrrrr
Really cold here, below freezing the whole day yesterday and again today. But the wood is good and burning hot and steady.