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Tag Archives: labor
young and tough – September 3
9.3.2016 drawn face shows the stress of long days into nights of work young and tough is the assumption but human nevertheless. —————-
charlie creeps – July 2
7.2.2016 [charlie creeps] charlie creeps, dandee weeds, invasive nature taking back its own nettle, spotswood, foxglove, hardened grasses to weed seems impossible the hoe sticking with every stroke, pulling at muscles until the ache screams. it’s only when … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, commitment, gardening, humility, labor, nature, negotiation
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a good ache – April 27
4.27.2014 rake tines pull back at muscles unused since winter’s pall pine needle piles aerating the ground beneath while warm winds open cells and call forth a keenness a good ache borne of honest labor tugs the … Continue reading
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Tagged body awareness, gardening, gardens, Health, heart, labor, nature, pain, rejuvenation, spring, yard work
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little goat boy – December 15
12.15 a little goat boy sits on the toy cabin porch that I built when a child was on the way and we counted down the days and times pasting wallpaper, circling round clocks, until the water broke … Continue reading
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Tagged birth, change, childbirth, grace, labor, memory, parenting, time
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