Monthly Archives: April 2013

soil work – April 30

4.30 First dig in the Spring soil the weeds already deep and clinging.   The hoe rips and claws beneath like a therapist at the mental toil. Uncovering, rooting out and up, until fresh earth awaits ready for the new … Continue reading

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passing through – April 29

4.29 he drives off without a goodbye, vague friend of only a brief while   on the island of no dreams where lost souls go to rest up   and catch a new breath or start or whatever will play … Continue reading

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tired, tired, tired today – April 28

4.28 tired, tired, tired today tried, tried, tried to say that all is good and all is fine, but only heart that heard is mine. ———————–

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silver dappled mare, sacred grove – April 27

4.27 the silver dappled mare stands ever in the grove watching, waiting, head turned back over a pale shoulder as we pass on the road.   so regular an observer we wonder if it is a statue, until the neck … Continue reading

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puppy love – April 26

4.26 puppy shows up to be fed with a friend. hungry strays telling each other where to find a meal.   maybe Jesus-dog taught her from that place where canines know things they only hint to us in wags.   … Continue reading

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emptying nest – April 25

4.25 Houses in dreams are our soul selves images of emotion, hope, fear, projection, insight.   On this day that our youngest makes his step-out college choice, demolition begins in the kitchen soul center of our actual house.   He … Continue reading

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under construction – April 24

4.24 the little golf cart takes us through the construction zone to the clinic.   the clinic stairs take us up to the deconstruction zone for what’s ailing.   between the two the ride back out is much more satisfying. … Continue reading

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