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🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱 Hearty April Greetings to you. 🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱

In this newsy, I’ll bring you glimpses of some goings-on overhere since the previous mail/post.
Big gratitude to new subscribers, and to you who’ve been around with me a while longer. Welcome, welcome. I am glad for all your kind company + precious attention.

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I miss painting, splashing. This month, textiles + collage were the forms.
The 22-hour-of 24-hours bed-rest rhythm continues, so really, I can be triumphant about any form whatsoever that I create into. Formless is good, too, of course.

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My Lovely Garden has become a part of the want-to-fit-in-to-my-up-time’s too, these weeks, + given that the temperature out there is still hit+miss, if it’s doable, I’m doing that. For an hour, max.

And I have really lovely Earth + Sky Things happening, visible + sometimes audible, from my bed, through the bedroom window.

Right now as I begin to write, in the wee hours, the Blackbirds are having their morning meetings. A lot of messaging going on out there, in the still-dark.
They all sound very pleased about it. And I am pleased to hear this from my bed, too.

I had yet more calamities to handle, + I realised that a strange comparison which somehow works for me, to keep a thread of gratitude, even when things seem beyond-capacity challenging, is to keep an awareness that there are billions of people right now in way-worse situations than mine.
The words: ‘things could be worse’ seem so anti-affirming, but they mysteriously work for me in the meltdown moments, to bring me out of poorest-me mode.
’Poorest me’ - It’s just not true.
I have a Home, I have a Garden, I have Food, I have, I have….. This is not true for anything like everyone any more.
‘First world problems’, no matter how deeply unfair it can all feel, in crisis moments.
Overall picture? ‘Doing ok here, within ridiculous challenge, thank you’.

I hope you are too, within whatever rapids you are navigating.

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some Quick Mercurial things -

1. You may have read my reference in previous post to Onmyoji,+ Yuzuru Hanyu.
   A few days after I posted that, I saw, on what would once have been called a tweet, that a whole new cool TV series, I think, is being made of the Onmyoji Myths, and that the makers are crediting Yuzuru for inspiring some of the movement, the atmosphere.
   It would have been pleasing at any time. In that timeslot, it made me whoooooop.

2. Sharon Salzburg has been speaking clearly to me lately.
   In her ‘Real Life’ audio book, and in some of her copious YT vids.

3. Shogun has been a heavy ride, endlessly Beauty-Full, but with more Gore + Grief (from them) + Loud Ugly Crying (from me) than I saw coming in the first few episodes.
   I use stuff of that Ilk as Medicine. Good Tears = excellent Healing. My immune system is happy for me to ride those kind of waves, to any depths, it appears.

4. Mini-weaving, + perhaps some Green Garments unpicking await in the wings, this coming month. (That link is to a 3years-ago unpick-time short reportage post.)
   Both activities are more suited to Taurus, (approaching), than Aries, (zipping off, soon, again).
   I could use a bit of steadier plodding, after all the ferocious fiery eclipse/cazimi shenanigans of these weeks.

   A wee breather month, perhaps, before the Gemini Dragon 2024 style comes to town. God Help Us All, for that carry on.

5. I’m going to call this ‘done’ + send out to you Sunday readers.
   Sorry to my already-Monday upside-down readers!
   The collage reportage can wait till next time.

6. Breathe deep for Moments here, if you will.
   May you soften your belly,
   + rest into enjoying these offerings.

   Keep Well, Dears. x x x

7. Thank You.

   
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