ache

i am aching now with nothing that has to do with longing, or belonging. the deep physical ache of lifting, and carrying, feet marking this earth hands learning this language this is a new kind of awakeness aliveness blessedness wisdom i find divinity in this ache in this breathing hard these straining muscles this softening […]

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tuesday morning knitting club

+++ tuesday morning knitting club i drop the car off for a wof and wander in for coffee and a quiet read. between taking and making my order, the smiling barista gives instructions on the art of the sock. (i take a peek at what the barista is wearing and those socks of hers DO appear to be hand-made.) beside the knitter, […]

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may 17

an old poem/letter found whilst unpacking (written on may 17, year unknown) on my desk is a small stress ball, and my left hand kneads at it while i look out at the 45 degree rain and frantic movements of window wipers. i am thinking of your declaration of friendship and both the pain and […]

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words to keep inside my pocket

That was the day she made herself the promise to live more from intention and less from habit. – amy rubin flett warm up in the cacophonous sun after a cool shadowy silence; the space that held sleep emptying, then filling, with morning appetites. drink lots of water, as well as your morning espresso. meditate […]

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