Reading Questions__Wi.doc Nov. 29, 2004
In 2004 I still didn’t know Wi. I set out from the pathetic little brothel where I was raised thinking Wi couldn’t be far off. I limped my little limp down to the scruffy duff where I befriended the King of the Ants. He said that even though he had excellent long antennae perfect for the social media of the day, he didn’t know Wi.

I stroked his long, feathery antennae and murmured over and over, “Wi, Wi, Wi.” He wiggled and thought and finally sent me down in the dark culvert where he thought it was likely Wi went in wet weather. The culvert was dark and slimy with a special kind of toxic algae. There were a lot of folks down in the ditch coming and going from the river. I stopped rats and raccoons, small children and squirrels and asked if they knew Wi.

They threw me distressed glances, shook their dirty dreads, dribbled ginger crumbs and hurried away.

It was a long drop down to the river, and I was terrified of the way the vines shimmied in the wind. The blue rowboat had an oarsman named Paddy Olson and he said thought he knew Wi as he wended our weary way west. I slept under the gunnel and in my dream Wi came to me and anointed my feet and set my name in the stars.

When I awoke, I had several questions.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Which is worse, failing or never trying?
If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?

Paddy said to use the old laptop tied to the anchor chain; he said to write down The Wi in my dream and I did that and I gave him the old green jump drive with the chipped Betty Boop decal on it and he asked Wi and I said really, I didn’t know Wi. That was Nov. 29, 2004. I just got this jump in the mail today. I wonder Wi?

Spontaneous Thought Forms is a warm up game. The rule is you have to draw the very first thing that pops into your head. No editing allowed. I chose colored Pilot pens and Prismacolor pencils. After that each decision had to go down on first impulse. It is harder than it sounds, the urge to edit is so hardwired. No judging the results either. 

As far as I can tell this is strictly whimsical. The fantasy landscape reminds me of the recent  Alice in Wonderland movie with Johnnie Depp. 

Dream Street is really N. Grand in Eugene, my street in the late fall of 2012. It is an everyday street scene made strange through the magic of my i-Pad photo apps, but I don’t think the fact that the changes are technological changes the artistic drive. I experience this kind of art the same way I experienced drawing on black paper. I am accessing and expressing dream imagery, source imagery, digging down to the well where the listening gets really good.

This image reminds me that layers of history predate my presence here. Even in my own double decade, so many odd, dreamlike things have happened on this street: the time the car was set on fire in front of our house; the time twelve eagles flew low overhead and lingered to fish before flying on south to the Klamath wintering grounds; the days of snow and ice that transfigure the world; stories of our neighbors; stories of the days when the bottom of the street was in the flood zone and neighbors visited by rowboat.

We all live on an aquifer of stories…

I saw this double rainbow around 7:30 pm on Thursday evening, April 26, 2012. It appeared to be over the Kent east hill in Washington State,  but of course it is a mirage so it moved as I moved. The rainbow on the left was the most intense color I have ever seen in a rainbow, with the right rainbow slightly lighter with a misty feeling. The brilliant  setting sun through intermittent light rain provided the right circumstances for this rainbow to occur. Sandy and Toren also saw a double rainbow on the same evening at the same time in the Portland, Oregon area. This seems significant to me, even though I somewhat understand the physics. The way the miracles work scientifically makes them seem more wonderous rather than less. The fact that three sisters saw a double rainbow in different states at the same exact time seems incredible to me. 

It is even more incredible considering that this time is highly charged for our family. Our mother Mickey calls it a pivot point in time. She just underwent hip replacement surgery at age 86. She sees this time of healing as the point in her life where she will divide the time in her awareness. Before hip replacement and a year of suffering, and after hip replacement. She states:” from this point I move forward with the last years of my ministry on earth.” 

From my perspective, she got a double rainbow thumbs up from the Universe. 

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Dream Hands

My dream hands do the work
In another world, one I need
A black cat’s eyes to see.

I travel the red river of my own sleeping blood
In search of three strings I know
I must find and braid together.

Raven’s wings take me up
To that Rainbow Place
Where One Eye sees all.