Introduce Yourself ll ~ #grelf

You said: Be a #Steemian
And something was stirred
Your said "Introduce Yourself"
And here's what occurred;

I learned about #minnows
And speedbumps to #whales
And how #steem and #steempower
is like rail-banking.. or swales

'swales' are decidedly
to forge some new 'facts'
and railbanking preserves
the Way for new tracks

Radical swaling
underneath our skull sutures
rewires our brain toward
Cool Ancient Futures

And railbanking declares
what was dreamed up so far
can be the transformer
to our new Shangri-la

So I'm a new swimming minnow
A visionary Me
out past the big breakers
in a Steemian Sea.

[CCR McF, late January, Planet Earth]
With Steemian kudos to @abelartist @KennysKitchen & @Chireya {my 3 bright shining stars!}
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-GRELF-
So, I didn't call myself
'grelf'....

I magically became grelf.. to three grandchildren, and then to them added other 'random' [not so random!] children along the way. But it started in a funny little bedsit kitchen in London, back in the early '90's with my two teenage daughters the epitome of #PlayEthic [Pat Kane] stream of consciousness funny bone fun; they said it..; so, I guess, if we ever have children, they'll call you 'grelf', since you're an elf... grandmother elf.. And that was it. And I don't think we or I thought another thing about that -UTTERANCE- (uterus/conceived in the womb of time) until one day my three year old grandson came on the phone shortly after I landed in London Heathrow from San Francisco and was barreling toward them in a car; "We've plumped up your pillows grelfy!" (a bed fit for a grelf was prepared for my arrival :) ). And there we all were; jumped through a pavement picture #MaryPoppins ~ laid down new tracks, forged some new facts; ran through a hoop...; made a new portal, and walked right through.

-It's Better to Wonder Than to Worry-
Time passed and we grew and grew, kept growing ourselves and each other up, down and around.. And then there was one more new being being brewed. And my crochet hook, which had had its early bright beginnings some 30 years before, all moss & green, in Ireland when our new newest newborn was very wee, my crochet hook took off again, but this time in a more surprising swirl and a whirl; rainbow colors and silken threads, a hat for a head. And as it was wrapping itself up, almost almost but not feeling quite done, a figure appeared.... Hmm, whose this..? {we wondered}, and suddenly the funny bone fun kicked in again.. Oh, it's a 'Wonder Doll', that's right!; remember those 'Worry Dolls'; you give them your worries and put them under your pillow and the worry out your worries for you before morning. Ah well so this is a Wonder Doll, which is going to give you a new advantage on reality-shaping/shape-shifting. And So It Was.

Of WONDER HATS There Are Two

This is epigenetics.. This is our "Only Love Prevails"; self-healing our own familial horror shows. We happen to be Scots-Irish-English Celts, emerging, like numberless other lineages, from an #Outlander ish history; ofttimes harsh and breathtakingly brutal. Some 13 years ago I came THAT close to having my entire womb hacked out (else it would be the death of me). Instead, Thank Awakened Imagination, we identified the crux and core of the disturbance; "Can you describe to me what it actually feels like in your womb?", my brilliant friend and medical intuitive inquired of me... And the stunning Answer was this: "Medieval city under siege." From there, name the dragon/ long story short, we were able to save my womb, so that it is still in brilliant active service to this day. That story, Guest At The Mouth of the Womb, is my journal writings, gleaned on that mega womb journey we undertook, which led back to the Old Country and into the inter-generational wounding we all carry and process in our very individual ways. We rebirthed our Mum, for instance, on the kitchen table in the cottage in Scotland, and out from her poured what she had seen in her own beloved grandma (battleground in the body), but never before shared.. Release... relief... release some more.... All grist for the mill in this "One wild precious life" #MaryOliver

GUEST AT THE MOUTH OF THE WOMB
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Poem Words of note
SWALE [Urban Dictionary] ~ Originally a term used to describe a [natural or human-made] shallow pit used for drainage, the word has gained popularity in the scientific community as a term of approval. As it, "Damn, that journal article you published sure is swale." It is now considered a synonym of cool in the scientific community.

SUTURE ~ a seamlike immovable junction between two bones, such as those of the skull.