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The week has thus far brought much rain and has allowed me to identify some drainage issues in the yard.  The chicken run became a soggy mess which will mean some more work for me very soon.  I did some cleaning up and thinking this morning.  Manual labor has proved very meditative for me.  My gloves got wet overnight.  I will have to learn better stewardship for my tools.  Dirty and water logged hands until then.

The house in which I live with my wife has a throw away culture well developed within. The designated trash bins for recycling and yard waste and just plain waste get equal treatment.  Recyclable items in the waste bins… yard clippings in the recycling bin. Useful material is often cast away.  And the man throwing it away is not the same man who pays for its replacement.  The injustice.

I will cut down the tree that offends me at the gate.

WC

In which I tell of a midnight fowl delivery, its meaning and then delve into some thoughts on sacred geometry.  

My wife, Eleonora, drove me from work to home late one night and related that she had a surprise in store for me when we arrived.  I would never have guessed that in the night an acquaintance dropped on our back patio a cage containing four chickens (as the title would suggest) and one white Pekin duck.  At the time I could not see the Duck’s color nor could I see the Chicken’s, with such a late night and no moon out, indeed I must took Eleonora’s word that, inside the dark cage into which I peered, these Chickens and Duck happily or trepidatiously (which, apparently, cannot be recognized as a word by this program’s spell check) sat or stood or jumped up and down on one foot or another.  It is with this much faith that I confront reality.  

You could not exactly describe my physical reaction as exuberant, but as I contemplated the meaning of this somewhat clandestine arrival something on the border of excitement and mild elation could have crossed my visage.  

That contemplation was as such, that for a little over a year or so I have created an illusion about myself of having some capabilities to live off the land and grow vegetables organically and other such neo-progressive-regressive-Silver Lake-hipster-anarcho-syndaclist thoughts.  All an illusion until this recent manifest destiny in the form of poultry.  And, the thinker thought, that recently I have observed a recurring theme in my experience of life.  That is, a creation of an illusion about myself and the manifestation in reality of that illusion.  For example, as my brain pointed out to my self, last year about June I started thinking myself a clown.  Never before had I actually clowned but I began the process of designing that image.  And then I told others of this design.  And then in November I auditioned for the cirque troupe Lucent Dossier and became one of their clowns.  Having no experience and no formal training and no contacts with this troupe or any other circus folk for that matter and pretty much having nothing but an illusion of clownery, I am now a clown.  

I should mention briefly (brie fly?) that before this I also wanted to be a part of a dance troupe and that Lucent Dossier is a dance troupe.  

So now I am a poultry man.  

More to come… but for now I must log out.  Oh and I promise to share about sacred geometry in the future.  This is my first blog post.  I hope it made connections.

WC