Reading Hyperspace, by Michio Kaku, a popular account of higher physics.  I have just gone through the dimensions to 5th level.  He started with Flatland: a Romance of Many Dimensions by a Square in the 2nd dimension.  The 4th dimension adds time.  The 5th dimension adds light.  Not a great description of time as a dimension but hints at how it would be looking in from the 4th dimension, seeing all perspectives as one, kind of like a cubist painting.

My best guess if that you are most likely to enter the 4th dimension as he describes it by riding the now moment.

Low Nemakonde mbira.  That is what I need.  The lowest of sounds, a doorway to what is.

Invisible and visible worlds.  So tied to the visible world and yet when I move stones on my flower of life grids this morning, I know that there is some corresponding move in the invisible world.  When I weave a thread or pluck a harp string, something in the fabric of the invisible world resonates.  Mbira has been called the telephone of the spirits.  No questions with mbira in hand.

Finding more ways to remember these connections.  Winding warp and selecting the woof, it all matters!

Fan of Sinusalia. Jennifer, my daughter-in-law brought some home yesterday creating 150% increase in reduced cold symptoms.

My cuprite has now chosen yarn for a weaving.

Now we just need a song.  Earthy.  Any suggestions.

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 Ah, here is cuprite.  According to the manager at the Fossil Cartel, cuprite is dendritic which means:  resembling or having dendrites : branching like a tree.  The red is the cuprite which is a first chakra mineral relating to my red soap dream (see aprilponders.com).

Uploaded images to my main blog: www.aprilponders.com for cuprite and chrysocolla with cuprite. The perfect stone to accompany me on my humbling journey. Those stones plus eucalyptus globulus for the snuffles and rosemary for the brain freeze essential oils, made for a very sweet morning.

First day of drawing in from many years of caregiving for children parents and grandchildren, so to get up and ask myself, what do I need today to be happy?  Seems like a simple letting go.  Striving aside, caretaking aside, looking out there for answers aside, I find myself a willing companion to solitude.

Missed Ash Wednesday but see the significance of seeing clearly what needs to exit into ashes so that heart and love can move into openness. 

Wonderful always to have something to fall back on.  Distance reiki trade before bed last night with a fellow practitioner.  Loving waking up with so much energy in my body.  The mood held until the dogs that were sitting on my lap got excited about someone walking by and jumped up spilling the coffee I was drinking all over my lap.  I believe they call that a bifurcation.  And I guess in the humorous world that makes me "all wet!"

Here is my Reiki sister, initiated by Paul Mitchell.  She is indeed a brilliant person who is so kind hearted and a world traveler.    I had never heard her story about choosing Paul as her teacher.  I have only met Rosina once.  I am honored to know her.

http://reikiinmedicine.org/daily-practice/who-is-my-reiki-master/

Dreams.  I dreamed that I was at the top of the ridge saying, this is it!  I found the place the meets the ridge up from the other side.  A traveler who had already reached the top said, but this isn't the highest point in the mountain ridge.  I didn't care about other higher points.  This was the place I had heard about and I found it, in my dreams. 

Tuesday night.  The true magic in the world is to see a child start to form words and the sheer joy of naming one thing that another recognizes both the word and the object it identifies.  My grandson said, "ball" today so clearly that I wanted to buy him the best ball in the world but he just wanted a little ball, one that fit in his hands as we drove home.

Set back.  In my wonderful source book on teaching my dog physics, I note that the author says that someone teaching distant healing is an evil squirrel and that there is no unified field.  Hrmph!  And I thought I was a silkie.

"Female selkies are said to make excellent wives, but because their true home is the sea, they will often be seen gazing longingly at the ocean. If she finds her skin she will immediately return to her true home, and sometimes to her selkie husband, in the sea.
Sometimes, a selkie maiden is taken as a wife by a human man and she has several children by him. In these stories, it is one of her children who discovers her sealskin (often unwitting of its significance) and she soon returns to the sea. The selkie woman usually avoids seeing her human husband again but is sometimes shown visiting her children and playing with them in the waves."  Wikipedia

Playing "The Silkie" on the harp.  Missed the significance until I heard 3 young women walking on Hawthorne talking as they passed.  I realized why I couldn't find the feeling of the song, written by Christina Tourin.  Now looking for my skin.

The Ending of Time by J. Krishnamurti and Dr. David Bohm.  Reading at the suggestion of a dear friend for the support of a paradigm shift which doesn't require "thinking", "thoughts", "trying to become something", etc.  Interesting that the dialog wears down one's "thinker" until one is left on the "ground" or with "ground"in one's belly.

David Bohm is brilliant at sorting out questions such as:  "is the source of human conflict the individual's inability to face that fact of what he or she actually is, psychologically, resulting in the imposition of an illusory goal of what one must try to become?"  Such an excellent question, the answer suspends time.

Which is good because I am getting old (an illusion of course).

I wonder if there is anything in How to Teach Physics to Your Dog about dual relationships. Emi and Shumba get on my lap whether I pay or not so that keeps things pretty simple.  Good to establish this boundary for myself.  Boundaries, that's it.  I wonder what physics has to say about boundaries.

Here we go:  "quantum Zeno effect:  A demonstration of quantum measurement in which an object can be prevented from changing states by repeatedly measuring its state.  The classical equivalent is a dog who prevents her owner from napping by constantly asking, 'Are you asleep?'" pg. 239

Now that is a bit convoluted but good to remember how the world responds to our measuring it. Time to read.

Saw the cover for the first time of Carl Jung's Red Book.  The following description offered on DealOz.com:  "The most influential unpublished work in the history of psychology. When Carl Jung embarked on an extended self-exploration he called his “confrontation with the unconscious,” the heart of it was The Red Book, a large, illuminated volume he created between 1914 and 1930. Here he developed his principle theories—of the archetypes, the collective unconscious, and the process of individuation—that transformed psychotherapy from a practice concerned with treatment of the sick into a means for higher development of the personality. While Jung considered The Red Book to be his most important work, only a handful of people have ever seen it. Now, in a complete facsimile and translation, it is available to scholars and the general public. It is an astonishing example of calligraphy and art on a par with The Book of Kells and the illuminated manuscripts of William Blake. This publication of The Red Book is a watershed that will cast new light on the making of modern psychology. 212 color illustrations."

Does one support the local bookstore as I want to do or use Amazon Prime which I often do.  Does one need to visit a collection of another's "confrontation with the unconscious" or should one focus on one's own, or both.

That thought contributed to the dogs barking at some imaginary guest and at the same time, I felt hungry.  I guess that question is answered.

Chad Orzell promises in his chapter, "Why talk to your dog about physics?",  "Like most dog owners, I spend a lot of time talking to my dog.  Most of our conversations are fairly typical.....  Some of our conversations, though, are about quantum physics."  So far, so good.

I am sure that weaving has something to do with quantum physics.  I just bought the book, How to Teach Physics to Your Dog by Chad Orzel at Annie Bloom's bookstore in Multnomah Village.  I feel confident that this will help me describe more how our connections work!  Maybe Emi will want to learn with me. 

Perhaps this will become a sacred garden images and thoughts to see what is attracted to this site and what wants to be held carefully in the world.

Weaving has become my metaphor for all that is connected.  I like that as a starting point.

first blog post

Trying this google blog as a possible host for my blog.  So many topics though at the moment, I am only posting a note.  More to follow.