auntie penny dream visited with intention in a reoccuring plot where i forgo a semester of school on purpose. she came young, specific, and timely—told me to pull out the notes app on my iPhone to write—even convinced me i was in my waking life. i feel thick tick shifting—a turning on perhaps. i am watching the kind of TV you shudder, cry, and pause to—feeling new worlds be born. if the people making TV are paying attention, and i am paying attention and we are all paying attention then … ever ponder why the word paying is posited before the word attention?
currently, i am paying attention to the land … one season of acts of flyness and hundreds of hours of Youtube deep, i fantasize of a simple, sophisticated and harmonized water flow pattern romanced by pond water features and their buzzing ecologies, swales in all the spots that click just right, microclimates in every direction, charming and dazzling permaculture1 food forests, rain gardens, u-shaped orchards, fruit trees lining desire lines and pathways, annual vegetable garden as sun trap, ducks, bees, chickens, and turkeys—all of it—yes—more please.
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