The Rapha Sun-Son energy at the docks was radiant as ever today. Swam in the River. Sunbathed. See? The evening glow is upon my Skin just now.
I Met with the Mathematician of OLD today on the docks. My beautiful Water friend. This is always the time we meet, first warm day of the season. We sat on the docks and communed together. He told me reincarnation stories - parables ,if you will. How life and time and existence is like a weaving of old garments into new, and then another weaving again into newer ones. And how the sacred act continually brings together the sacred energy of past together in the future of now and beyond. This is how the Afghans of old do, he learned.
How each TREE has a story. The tree he told me of that his woodworking craftwoman friend beckoned him to come see at the woodshop: a Walnut piece. See, Large early, signifying healthy growth, then after, some 20 very small, tighter rings, significant because suddenly there was struggle, a difficult journey, she explained to him. And then healthy large rings afterward, showing it had a wonderful healthful life. This specific treestory is now in this moment a stool with a diamond center created for woman to honor their sacred space. Their vagina. The is like a vagina- the entrance to the Womb of life.
How we send love upstream when shit is sent down to us.
How the golden ratio is 1+ the square root of 5 divided by 2. I said yeah, "like 1.6644578655665 ish"
Then a bee buzzed by. I've been seeing a bunch of in the last couple days, I said. "Hmmm. "They're part of the Story too"
Now isn't that what it means to be human dear souls! We are One my friends.