Great weaving of
Calendar Holy
On
the dance of calendar's, this is what momma tells me, and this is
the way I walk with it. She say all across her body, plants
and trees, everything that lives and breathes, all of them have
their own calendar, begin at activation point and ends at point
just before the firing of new activation (new years growth)
Bears calendar year different
than Trees calendar year
plants that no sleep, calendar
measures a year like a day to them, they do not know time as we
know time, nor do the spirit dancers the flowers upon the tree,
know time as we know time but sit an look upon the world in
heavenly bliss.. One blink and I dance before them, 2
blinks and I am gone.. they say, "I came and did the work
I came to do, now it is transformation that I go through".. then
sits the seeds of mimosa looking out, still they dance like
their flower counter part.
Momma tell me every single Tribe
has its own calendar, their own schedule of events to unfold in
year, or day story. She tell me of the great weaving of
the calendar holy, show me picture of one flowers song ending,
as another tribes flower song begin to unfold..
She says it is all holy upon her
body, this dance of many calendars... events..
New Year
Today the hurricane brings rain to my
place. today I sleep for long time...
wake up to my dream, cozy and snuggling inside my bed I
am a seed and I am watching myself breathe.. night moisture I inhale and
swell with in breath, with out breath comes the time of daylight, and then
again to breathe in.. and out... within the dream.. long time the winters
sleep to walk around within the dream and watch myself breath.. I had never
thought that the seed breathes.. never dreamed the seed dreams, but here I am
inside my dream, I am a seed, I am breathing and dreaming, and walking around
within my dream. In breath I inhale the moisture and swell, out breath air is
dry, shell becomes tight..
within the dream I see the world around, begin dreaming
of becoming more than the dream, and within an in breath, the shell breaks
open.. I open my eye and see a whole new world just waiting for me, 2 little
hands part the world and begin the journey to become more....
momma says... New Year...
Many different tribes with calendars that overlap and
touch each other like that...
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