mention the grace that I have seen in the black night
I will join into ecstasy with ancient regalia, unknowable matters with questioning leers and inquisitive nods, with mannerly saints and with rebels
and with the kingdom of white
the blister of mendable wounds
the battle of kindness
over, and over, what is visible.
dearest mankle of ankles,
or so it seems to me personally. My own my ankle. I watch the snow grow heavily on the tree branches. Our oldest and most beloved Juniper will be lucky to keep her many browned needles. Her ancient wisdom will remain. Her hollowed beauty keeps many secrets. Her companion and neighbor, Pinon, has a fairy house built into her ground breaking roots, Last summer a young girl, Anastasia, stayed here for a few nights and built kings and queens into the magic space, beads and sparkly infusions abounded!
So I sit here watching the slowness of snow, the speed of accumulation, the torrent of clouded water dropping upon our thirsty land and trees. And now the cows in the valley will have food for some more months. Noah walked up the arroyo yesterday and saw Ponderosa pines getting nutrition, after years of meek survival through the droughts that they never expected. , The little arroyo behind our home has been running full force for almost 2 weeks now, a waterfall makes music, the song entering through tired ears into my heart. Maya visited last week and we drummed with another local friend to the waters. Mankle and I stayed on the upper deck, yet I was close enough to see and hear all the roar and beat beat, thinking I could feel the spray of foam. Artie and Maylene played near me, deck prancing. Happy dogs!! On Monday Noah took Maya up to the Stupa, and to the Ashram, and to the mysterious and unknown fairy ring, I stayed in the car waiting for them to start glowing before they returned to where I roosted. It's always wonderful to show off this beautiful and spiritually based and blessed Crestone, especially to bestest friends.
Lately I wear no cast or splint on mankle, although she is still considered “broken” and I am still using wheelchairs to have mobility. Thank goodness for wheelchairs! Most of the wounds and the infections have healed, now we focus on bone mending and the dream of fluidity, the dancer me. And the reality of becoming closer to God, the wanting to know.........