The Furious Spinner

This morning the Gorge is breathing deeply—or panting. The wind is blowing hard. If it were warmer, I would go out and do a little dance. But it is bone-chilling cold. And dark. I'm trying to go with the flow of things but if this wind goes on for days, it can be rather disconcerting. Plus the electricity often goes out.

I've stepped out of the fray. It's OK. I remember once a teacher of mine saying that sometimes the activists need to just sit down on a rock and meditate and those who had been sitting on a rock need to stand up and speak out. Often those who are engaged in activism have the same hang-ups and bad habits as those they are activating against. (OK, so I'm being creative with my use of that word; go with me.) So they need to step away and learn better ways to communicate. You know what I mean. No matter what "side" they're advocating for, organizations tend to be patriarchal, sexist, non-nurturing, and full of bossy people who don't communicate well and who tend toward extremism unless the members of that organization are really aware of those pitfalls and their own prejudices and weaknesses.

I am being active, however. For my body. For myself. Trying to get healthy. I dreamed last night that I was trying to buy the farm. Yeah, ain't that something. OK. It was more like a ranch. But still. I was also riding a horse. That was pretty cool. Riding a horse and trying to follow a little girl stuck behind a plastic partition, like the ones they have a doctor's offices. I tried to give the naturopath exact change and he said that wasn't helpful and gave me back the money. Aren't dreams just wonderful? Even if they don't mean anything, think of them as paintings. I would love to see paintings of my dreams. Ahhhh, what a canvas the dreamscape is.

I better go make myself something to eat. I'm sounding a little breathy myself.

By the way, did you hear about this huge rock slide in the Gorge? Just a few miles from where I live on the other side. I tried to take photos of it as we drove by it yesterday, but the pictures did not capture the BIGNESS of the rocks. A couple of them were bigger than cars. Two cars were crushed, by the way. Fortunately, the drivers were not seriously hurt.

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