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Hi LOVE, I heard the dripping off the eves and was happy. I am upping and feel a little tiered.

The birds let me know it is morning

I thought about agriculture and the meaning behind the names for the days of the week.

I think about what my future schedule will be like and part of me worries about food, and breaks, and will I be clear. I mean when things get intense and I don’t sleep as much as I want to I tense up and get mixed up and muddy I am out of clear flow. LOVE, help me dredge out my stream bed.

Artists are the sacred class they are the priesthood no matter what spirit teacher they follow. They connect the rational to the irrational aiming to make us whole. They go to the between places and hang out with the exiles and prisoners, the ones found in dreams. It matters what spirit you follow because there are spirits who destroy or imprison only. Unfortunately most of us do not have the experience to sense the difference.