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weird things happening attached to getting back in touch with Margie C from childhood.
responding to Facebook message...reminiscing about drawing exercises and my grandmother Mita's house...saying how I dream there often and wish i could return for a day to everything as it was...with everyone alive...and how I have been compiling memories on a special page on Cloudpad...and about to link...going through the notes again...about the floors of the house..and the playroom with door to the garden...and how mita used to try to teach me not to be afraid of spiders...and would tell me they were good luck and if we saw one (usually a jumping spider is what I remember), she would secretly drop a dime or similar so I would find it.and say ' See??? GOod luck!!"...and so right then on my laptop there appears a jumping spider...crawling up the side. um. in 'real life' mind you. wha?
so I get the glass and postcard to relocate it outside...all the while thinking of mita...and I put it out front and it just sits there looking up at me.(!) and I'm like, Mita? And it looks at me and brushes its face/mouth...??
I'm freaked a little..go inside to tell Brent who is napping. The day has turned grey and dreamlike.
I go back to finish writing and send the message to Margie asking if she has any photos/other memories with a link to the cloudpad, and I decide to work on the cloudpad memorypalace of Mita's house some more...remembering other things....like the tv show song i can hear in my head...something like Viva Alegre!LalalalaLalalalaLalalalaLa.....and so I try googling it and come up with it on youtube and myspace...it's called Villa Alegre.and I can listen to it and look at pics. I don't remember any visuals but the song is so clear. And I put a link to the photo I have of Mita and papa in the kitchen...and I think of the other photos that I will have to scan.
and then the strange squeaking mysterybird/animal thing we've been hearing every once in a while starts up...sounding again like it is just outside the window. Brent comes over trying to see if we can see it outside...but we can't and it doesn't sound so loud out the front door as we expected...so where then is it coming from?? the attic?? so we go to check the attic...cannot really see anything...but as we leave it I ask for the box of my journals...because I had wanted to find my pink notebook where I list my 10%s...and he gives me a box.
Back in the kitchen I start looking through this box and it is the 'wrong box', instead of the journals and notebook I find a little wooden box inside with old jewelry in it. my magic blue necklace and other bead necklaces... one of them that I remember wearing so often but can't remember where I got it....well, now I realize that the strange seed that is on it is a rudashka seed (!?) I never knew what it was. hmmmm (see recent journal entry w/package from india)
then a box of photographs...I go to put the photo that is lying precariously on top away (of 5x5inch pieces on a wall) and split the photos like a deck of cards...and what opens is the picture of me at Ortiz's piragua stand...back at Mita's house(!)... I take the box and sit down to look through a bunch of other photos that are in that set of that place and old photos of mita, papa and mom too.
...........
!!!!!!!!!
Brent agrees something strange seems to be going on.
Mita? are you here? trying to tell me something?
I am remembering the time that I daydreamed so clearly that I felt I went to Mita's house...and that this was there waiting in a parallel reality. still . and that when I 'returned', THIS was the reality that seems strange and unbelievable...because I was still a little girl in my mind...
I love you Mita.
xoxo
responding to Facebook message...reminiscing about drawing exercises and my grandmother Mita's house...saying how I dream there often and wish i could return for a day to everything as it was...with everyone alive...and how I have been compiling memories on a special page on Cloudpad...and about to link...going through the notes again...about the floors of the house..and the playroom with door to the garden...and how mita used to try to teach me not to be afraid of spiders...and would tell me they were good luck and if we saw one (usually a jumping spider is what I remember), she would secretly drop a dime or similar so I would find it.and say ' See??? GOod luck!!"...and so right then on my laptop there appears a jumping spider...crawling up the side. um. in 'real life' mind you. wha?
so I get the glass and postcard to relocate it outside...all the while thinking of mita...and I put it out front and it just sits there looking up at me.(!) and I'm like, Mita? And it looks at me and brushes its face/mouth...??
I'm freaked a little..go inside to tell Brent who is napping. The day has turned grey and dreamlike.
I go back to finish writing and send the message to Margie asking if she has any photos/other memories with a link to the cloudpad, and I decide to work on the cloudpad memorypalace of Mita's house some more...remembering other things....like the tv show song i can hear in my head...something like Viva Alegre!LalalalaLalalalaLalalalaLa.....and so I try googling it and come up with it on youtube and myspace...it's called Villa Alegre.and I can listen to it and look at pics. I don't remember any visuals but the song is so clear. And I put a link to the photo I have of Mita and papa in the kitchen...and I think of the other photos that I will have to scan.
and then the strange squeaking mysterybird/animal thing we've been hearing every once in a while starts up...sounding again like it is just outside the window. Brent comes over trying to see if we can see it outside...but we can't and it doesn't sound so loud out the front door as we expected...so where then is it coming from?? the attic?? so we go to check the attic...cannot really see anything...but as we leave it I ask for the box of my journals...because I had wanted to find my pink notebook where I list my 10%s...and he gives me a box.
Back in the kitchen I start looking through this box and it is the 'wrong box', instead of the journals and notebook I find a little wooden box inside with old jewelry in it. my magic blue necklace and other bead necklaces... one of them that I remember wearing so often but can't remember where I got it....well, now I realize that the strange seed that is on it is a rudashka seed (!?) I never knew what it was. hmmmm (see recent journal entry w/package from india)
then a box of photographs...I go to put the photo that is lying precariously on top away (of 5x5inch pieces on a wall) and split the photos like a deck of cards...and what opens is the picture of me at Ortiz's piragua stand...back at Mita's house(!)... I take the box and sit down to look through a bunch of other photos that are in that set of that place and old photos of mita, papa and mom too.
...........
!!!!!!!!!
Brent agrees something strange seems to be going on.
Mita? are you here? trying to tell me something?
I am remembering the time that I daydreamed so clearly that I felt I went to Mita's house...and that this was there waiting in a parallel reality. still . and that when I 'returned', THIS was the reality that seems strange and unbelievable...because I was still a little girl in my mind...
I love you Mita.
xoxo
