Wally / Wiley likes to drink from the hose as it drips for a minute after Ming waters the door garden.
There’s a pot that doesn’t drain well, and Wally / Wiley likes to drink from that also.
Catastrophe likes to drink from the wet sidewalk.
This morning we went to Red Rock. I needed that. Ming went for a walk while I stood on some sandstone with my shoes off and touched sandstone with my hands also. I was thanking Mother Earth for her love. It was incredibly nourishing.
I also sat on a bench in the sun, my skirt pulled up to reveal my legs, feeling the sun’s warmth and enjoying it for what it was, hoping I was helping the sun nourish me by giving me vitamin d. I looked at my legs and loved them. It was 93. So I did that a while then moved to the shade.
There I saw a scene of carnage. Or cairn-age.
When Ming was done walking and came over to me, I told him, “Someone over-cairned. A bit repetitive.”
I had been singing a song I like. I sang it for myself three times, each time better–the acoustics were good right there. A huge rock wall was nearby.
Then I sang it for Ming. He liked it.
