The Spirit Garden

I'm so sick right now. Parking cars at an art performance event. I am so happy. Silently flowing energy – alive with light and color! My birthday was wonderful. Dusk falls over the mountains. 

Why is this "My Garden," too?

So many people here, all to see what it means to be One of the Humans. To see what we can do. A creative edge, celebrating and playing with the Inner and Outer truth. 

Earlier, the puppet creature came. Many legs, much turning inside and outside - viscera or poppies or bewildered faces  birthing, yes?

This is the garden of the species, for the spirit, as we stand on Earth. What wondrous blossoms we can make as the Animals we are.