Tuesday, August 20, 2013. I certainly have turned into a fierce sewer! I have completed nine more of my cloth bags since the post full of photographs of my first batch. I have started another one at 2 in the morning. I slept four hours, woke and cannot sleep again.
I realized that in the difficulties of removing myself from my life down here in the gorgeous high desert so that I can start another life 1800 miles north of here I am actually undergoing a significant amputation – of important parts of myself from myself. Destiny demands of me that this happens. I will never look back at this move and say it was easy. For the hundreds of moves (I could probably count that many) in my lifetime this is by FAR the most difficult one.
I had the “fiddling while Rome burns” verbal image appear to me a few days ago as I sewed and sewed. I am sewing while my life as I know it burns to ashes around me. Since childhood I have thought that fiddling (or sewing) one’s way through tumultuous and destructive conditions was a sign of negligence and unfeeling uncaring – but I know differently now. I care TOO MUCH! Sewing is my meditation, my therapy – while the universe flings itself around – it seems – me at its emotional center.
Most untrue, of course. But given the intensity of this experience how could I FEEL any other way being, as I am, stone cold sober, unmedicated, very much alive and in the full experience of the inner and outer expression of the passion of being alive in my life?
Tick. Tock. The pomegranates are ripening. That is my chosen departure time. “Moon of the pomegranate harvest.” I am hoping the 2nd week of October is exactly that time because that is what the target time for leaving here is. Meanwhile, I created a handwritten poster – bright yellow – and put it up in choice locations around town last week for the rental of the garden here – with house.
I put my email on there – I hate being interrupted by telephones. So far – a complete irritating FLOP with the people who have responded!! i will avoid all the negative I could say about my experience of wasting time giving a tour of this place to idiots and just report that a couple who seems perhaps hopeful for being gardeners is due to show up here 11 am in the morning – today. At least the woman obviously LOVES EARTHWORMS! My kind of gardener!
There needs to be a changing of the guard here on this property. Someone needs to show up who understands that between earth and sky humans are equipped to be caretakers and caregivers of the earth wherever they live. This place has a history of being loved and tended and I need that history to move on into the future through somebody else. (see: LINDA’S ADOBE PEACE GARDEN)
I am looking for someone to rent this place who knows what it means to have a RELATIONSHIP with the land — THIS little piece of land.
I must be excited at the possibility of this couple being the right one – enough so that sleep is no longer an option for tonight. So, back to sewing I go!!
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