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A Wrinkle in Time--A Moment The Impossible Happened
A Wrinkle in Time--A Moment The Impossible Happened
Date: 8/1/2010 10:05:55 PM ( 14 y ) ... viewed 1510 times
THIS IS THE DRAFT
OF A STORY
THAT I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE,
and may write up a different way.
IT is 9:32 pm now.
I am being distracted again
by impactful experiences
at the house.
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Driving directions
to Windward Ave & Ocean Front Walk,
Venice, CA 90291,
site of the 2010
Venice Eco Fest,
July 10, 2010
133 mi – about 2 hours 18 mins
(up to 2 hours 50 mins in traffic)
RELATED BLOG
RAINMAKERS AT VENICE ECO FEST 2010
http://curezone.com/blogs/fm.asp?i=1656099
7:59 pm
August 1, 2010
We are in Summer Shift 2010.
Others have identified
this moment as a time when
many things are falling apart.
Others have said, this is a time
to affirm what we want to grow.
I had in mind to plant a tree today
dedicated to the Summer Shift 2010.
The Yputh I was looking to,
hoping to clear the area,
where we will plant the tree.
was not feeling well.
I am clear that I am living more than one
life at that same time.
For time to time, I get feedback that hurts
about this.
One housemate today--One I rarely spend
quality time with--called me on the carpet for
how long it has taken for us to have open finances here
at the house. I took what she was saying in.
I have been beating myself up a lot this week
while working with financial records.
A little extra "I did it wrong," coming from outside,
helped me feel the life I am living
is very much splintered.
This morning was a powerful time
of Revelation.
I wrote a number of blogs about it.
Then I got to the Hillcrest Farmers's Market
and had some great experiences within
an hour and a half.
Then I came home.
From time to time, I get to live
my life as a writer.
Other times, as last week that ended yesterday,
I need to address house issues.
Today
I am coming up for air after a horrendous week
of reality check. There are numbers of bank accounts
where the various pieces of the house can be seen
together, but for sanity sake, I separate them
into different bank accounts so they can generate
dfferent balances that can be seen.
I have been working on that all week.
On top of this one of my closest allies
unexpectedly gave notice that she will be moving out.
When we need a new housemate
this becomes a full time job and a half.
I realize I am having too many experiences
with not enough down time in between.
I it were possible to live one life,
I might have down time.
After napping, I wanted to reach out.
The two calls I made I reached but they
too had their plates full.
Neither was in a space to talk.
I started to sing a song.
"Who can I turn to,
when no body needs me."
I was wanting some strokes,
some depth, someone who could
help me see my life as whole again
on this day of breakthroughs,
but little time to gather all the pieces
together before being called out
to tend to other parts of another life.
The caller was a dear friend.
She was riding an exercise bike.
We talked. I got to recall a different
a story from a different more magical moment.
This is what I remembered.
Telling this story to her made me feel better.
A WRINKLE IN TIME
The week before July 20,
the Day of the Venice Eco Fest
I was in all kind of crisis.
The morning of Thursday,
July 8, one day before the Solar Eclipse,
I woke up early and called my friend
Stephen Longfellow Fiske,
who was putting on the Venice Eco Fest
two days later more than 100 miles from home.
I told him I could come up and be part
of the opening ceremony. He was really happy about that.
Friday was a different story.
I did not feel I could go.
I called to say I would not be coming.
He made planns for me to come up Thursday night
and sleep in his house.
I worked all day Friday.
I cannot say all the emotions I was processing,
including a feeling of insecurity my bowel might
not be trustworthy.
I worked all day and night until late.
Then after midnight, I felt I was free to go
to the Festival.
I woke up early Saturday morning
wanting to get up to Venice.
I left the house a bit before 7:30 am.
I was on a mission now.
The last thing I did was gather rain water in a flash,
a special Maron jar.
I have friends that live a bit more than half way
between here and Venice. Often, it will take me
three hours to get half way in the wrong traffic.
My spirit was telling me now to look at my
clock. I did not look until I pulled off the Santa Monica Freeway
near the Venice Beach exit.
When I looked it was 9:07 am.
It took me about 10 more minutes
to get to Stephen's house.
I had gone the entire distance in a little over an hour and a half.
The opening ceremony, my objective, did not begin
for near an hour. I went to Stephen house, parked
the EG Mobile there, loaded my things in his car, and
then we were dropped off on site, a few miles away.
I opened the interfaith ceremony,
and created a sacred space.
The travel time between San Diego and Venice Beach
was impossible by human time.
I had the disance
to my understanding outside time.
OUTTAKE
This was just a day of too many experiences.
The revelations that happened to me
this morning, the culmination of a week
of working with money numbers,
then processing some decisions
about it, and then, spending time
on my blog watching the numbers
cross the 2 million mark were milestones
that both deserved time.
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