these rains are soft and searching, long and lurching with the need that scrabbles deepwithin my chest for a toe-hold: one small crack in which to place a finger- nail but today my heart is obsidian ,smooth as glass, and that precious, ancient, spongey wisdom of Redwood is far from my stony mind and anguished…Read more against another rain
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the wet outside tamps down the dust in my soul, clearing my throat and freeing me to B R E A T H E – – – – ~ more, more, moremoremore:givemeMOREec- static – set loose – whatcouldido today? Possibility and opening must be often (while not always) triggered by the physical. . .…Read more Active
