I seem stuck on the trees at sunrise and sunset. What happens between those two events become sort of an after thought. This morning way before sunrise, Luna literally came crashing into my room. Usually I hear panting first and I get up and let her out. But like I said crashing in waking me out of a sound sleep, which I don't get too much of lately. I turn on the light and she is on the floor in what I would say was a full seizure. What seemed like forever and she was out of it. She wanted out, but I knew we were head for the vet as soon as they opened. So here is what happened between sunrise and now what you are looking at sunset. Blood work showed high thyroid levels, probable pancreatitis and maybe all this contributed to her apparent seizure. She has had them before I believe. So she is at the vet for three days of IV therapy. She didn't want to leave me as they took her away. Her time between sunrise and sunset will be lonely, boring and a mystery to her. And my sunrise and sunsets will mark time of wondering if I could have done anything different. To slow to take her when I thought there might be something going on. Too busy with my human stuff to realize she was worried about herself while she was worried about me. Luna has always been a hard one to figure, prone to hardness, and unusual ways. My Luna the ancient throw back to the Mound times.  And now, apparently stress bringing on seizures and pancreatitis. So it is nice to contemplate the meaning of sunrises and sunsets, we also should apply ourselves a little more to that time in between.

I know Valentines Day was yesterday, but there is still people still on my heart. In the tradition I study we are to journey often. Here of late when I do I gain some insights, but most time I go back to when two 18 year old spent a summer together. I can smell the honeysuckle as they come home from the movies. The hot muggy nights were magical, most things are when you are 18. But finding someone who becomes your true best friend doesn't happen often when you are just 18.

Now my best friend from high school is near her transition. Have known her for 55 years. She is far away and wouldn't know me even if I could go there. But we weathered a lot of teenage angst together. She was my maid of honor, her now husband was Jim's best man. I cry not so much for them as what the rest of us have lost. Jim a wild young man who went full out most of his life. Did a lot of things he always wanted to. I have a feeling he knew his life would not be as long as the rest of us. He was funny, exciting, exasperating, but lovable all at the same time. Could have a temper but we all knew he loved unconditionally. Arlene was so smart, musical, and a very grounded person.We had wonderful experiences together. Loved them both. Always will.

I called this "Tree in the evening". I sit in my front yard or on the step and it is always there. A constant companion. It often gives very good advice. I reminds me of a hand holding a lacy fan. Today has been kind of a grey day in more ways than one. But The Tree is always there, on a occasion a fox squirrel comes to scold, or cardinal demanding attention. But we all co-exist the tree, the squirrel, the cardinal and me. Not sure this has a lot of meaning other than the fact, it is real here in front of me. Tomorrow the sun will come up and we will go about our lives and the tree will be there in front of me.

Well the pig got out. I was really upset last evening. The inner critic was running wild. "If the neighbor had just come while he was in." "If I hadn't upset him by giving him food and water." "If the puppie hadn't wanted to play". But as a friend pointed out, "he wanted his freedom more than food and security". Aren't some humans that way, would rather have freedom and live on the edge than be safe. My lesson is I should not try to project my ideas of what is good, I can only live my life the way I feel is right. If others like that they may ask for suggestions but not rules. So Kermit where ever you are (didn't see him this morning) enjoy your free and solitary life. I know I won't get him near the pen again. Pigs are smart, fast and wily.

A raining drippy Sunday, but very warm and happy on the inside. Had a wonderful gathering yesterday. A great friend left me a Howlite crystal, wonderful gift. It must be very powerful because when I went down to the barn there was Kermit the pig right at the opening to the pen I had set up to catch him. I eased up kept the dogs back and he went right in. He realized what he had done I don't think he liked it, but I fed him some sweet feed and hope he stays in till the neighbor can come and get him. I am saving his life, not because he can't survive here, but because I fear there others who would do him ill. So he will have a new home, with food and company. Another thing off my list. Spirit is still with me, showing me the way through the mundane that we all must do, also showing the way to better things and better places to be. By places I mean in the mind so that better places in the physical can be created, manifested, and come to be. Wow! all that from catching Kermit.

No cards today. Busy mind week, so walked out to the Medicine Wheel honoring the path, the directions, and the Altar with tobacco. The Big Oak tree where you can sit and meditate or commune with Spirit, called out "what about me"? So it got a sprinkle too. This is the gift it gave me, for honoring and paying attention. It revealed it's Spirit that lives in it's roots and flows up to the tips of the branches-the message from Mother Earth.

No wander I heard. The message would seem to be "pay attention", all kind of signs will be there. The synchronicity of this journey is a marvel and magic.

Got company coming to go to the cards. Maybe the last time till Monday. How do I go through the weekend? This is the card that came up.

Makes sense go the through the weekend with gratitude for what I have, family, what I am still becoming. We create our reality. It can be a love filled, gratitude filled, peaceful life. Grateful to Pachamama for all Her gifts, with prayer of thanksgiving every night.