i really think i was sick yesterday. by evening time, i felt feverish and out of time. brain was foggy and body was so heavy and fuzzy. feeling a bit better today, but still not back in regular time/space place. i know i had intense dreams but they didn’t really wake me enough to let me remember them. owell.
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ugh. tummy plague. couldn’t go to karate.
dream last night…
rainrainrain…looked out the back door and saw that our little stream had risen well over it’s bank and was flooding all the way up to our yard. opened the front door and realized that the flood was raging out front…it was torrential and a dam that shouldn’t be there had burst and the waters were rushing towards us. it was very violent and i yelled to everyone to back away from the front of the house. i quickly shut the door…was worried that i wouldn’t get it shut in time and even if i did that it wouldn’t hold, but it did.
a few minutes later the water started to recede and things calmed down. we were able to leave the house. things were a mess…water everywhere but the danger had passed.
as i was investigating outside, i saw that i had to move someone’s car (phylis from work). i needed to put some sort of sign on it, don’t remember why, but it was important. phylis came out and thanked me for taking care of her car.
i then went over to a walled area where i had some plantings. my plants were all greening up, and spots that weren’t planted were sprouting new growth. upon closer inspection, i saw it was all bindweed. i thought about leaving it, but decided that would be problematic, so i began pulling it all out. -
so let’s see if i remember…
dreamt about going to the drumming circle, but it was some sort of celebration. christmas or new years, i think. things were happening in the typical, crazy, crowded dreamscape. i was going w/kry’s sister (never met her, but krys has written abt her). she was very excited about going…she thought something very special was going to happen to her, so she was racing around putting together a very flamboyant outfit. i remember sparkly green, flouncy material and the highlight of the outfit was a gauzy, green tail with rhinestones.
i said that i wanted to follow her in my own car in case one of us wanted to leave early. she said ok, but was visibly upset…eyes welling up and chin trembling. i backed off taking my own car, but i was unhappy about it.
then things changed or were jumbled up with other stuff. lots of people in an almost outdoor/barn-like concert setting…in a large pasture? wooden scaffolding? it was confusing event. music? drums? lots of men in hippy-like brown leather and scarves.later in the morning…
alarm-snoozing for about a half hour. half dreaming, i was aware of some rhythmic tapping, almost like a heartbeat. then a loud bang in my left ear made me wake w/a startled jerk. -
i especially like number 4. 🙂
* I will consider all insects in my garden innocent until proven guilty by physical evidence.
* I will leave one small corner of my yard uncultivated and unmowed, where wildlife can live in peace.
* I will water and fertilize when necessary, no less and absolutely no more.
* I will ignore any “rule” I choose to.
* I will share the beauty and bounty of my garden with a child or a grandparent or someone (anyone!) in need of a simple, authentic pleasure.
* I will remember at all times that I garden because it is fun. Especially when it’s not.
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Typing with people about tsunamis, pharmaceutical companies and gov’t regulations on herbal preparations (badbadbad), and just why do we “hear” stuff…ringing in ears, buzzing, low-level babble (as if over radio waves), slams, creeks, pops, pings, people calling our names. Is it all just electro/chemical brain burps, or is there something else going on?
In this conversation, some of the women talked about experiencing tinnitus, migraines, heightened irritability, etc. just before there was some sort of storm, natural disaster, or before someone they knew died. Some have always been aware of these associations and others are now beginning to chronicle them, giving them more credence than convention and society normally allow.
The premise here is that animals are clued into what’s happening to the earth much more so than we. Animals hear/feel/sense what is happening around them, but we don’t. Animals are AWARE and we simply are not. It makes no sense that we are the only animals lacking the ability to tap into the natural world, so it seems our lack of awareness is more a matter of conditioning. We are conditioned from birth to ignore all things in nature. Our culture and history most of the world over has set us apart from the rest of creation. We are the chosen. We are the ones with god’s ear and we have been given dominion over the earth and all the creatures. In actuality, we have excluded ourselves so thoroughly from the rest of nature that we no longer understand her. As a species, we no longer have the ability that a worm does to interact meaningfully with our environment. We have become ridiculous in the eyes of Gaia.
But maybe it’s not as grim as it seems. The tsunami was a great wake-up call to many that there is something terribly wrong with how we interact with Mother Earth. The animals of the area made it to higher ground, so very few of them died. They felt the quake and the wave and knew to get their asses out of there. *We* have this ability, and we can (and should) reclaim it. The problem is, if we do that, we will have to reassess how we interact with the natural world. We will have to stand back and leave the trees where they grow. We will have to stop poisoning and raping the planet. We will have to stop blasting and drilling in our mountains and coastal shorelines (one possible contributing factor for the magnificent earthquake that resulted in the tsunami is the ongoing “sound bombing” by oil companies looking for off-shore deposits near Tasmania. http://www.independent-media.tv/item.cfm?fmedia_id=10211&fcategory_desc=Under%20Reported ). We will have to learn to be quiet and listen.
I’m not hopeful that people the world over will pay attention, but I am pleased to find so many women are pausing and listening to the rich stillness all around them.
Croneswood Art 