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Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” ~Rumi
Keep the door open in case a lion is wandering by.
The bear, just out of hibernation, walks across the empty six-lane highway and grabs a box of Fruit Loops...
"You know sometimes, this game…it’s like it is so easy. Like I am being setup to win.”
Let your shoulders drop as your loneliness blooms into the deepest connection of all things;
A late summer's evening ride taken late because of the heat, tucked in the pocket of time between day and night.
It reeks of brittle edge,
Unrolls blankets of harsh change toward winter.
"Ain't to be trifled with."
I stand in mid-yard under a clear night sky
Someone is playing violin; someone with skill
Why is it that Aaron Copland's Appalachian Spring can leave me sitting, weeping on my kitchen floor?