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Memories
I have started to write. And this has meant going back through old blog posts and journals, looking at the journey I’ve been on. Much of it is not too pleasant to remember. But I think it’s important to look at the story from the perspective I have now and allow the story or poetry…
When I Can’t Think of What to Say…
Moodiness, looniness Mind in a fog Mirror, mirror in the pond May I be fairest More than all? Maery, Maery Most contrary Mind over Matter More and more Madness! Utter Madness! Mission impossible! Miracles do happen More than you think
The Gardener
Writing is like planting a garden and waiting for the emergence of something green. The one who plants is bent over the dirt. She takes off her gloves as they are stifling hot and place too much between her and the earth — rich, damp, and deep. She brushes a mosquito from her arm, leaving…
Discipline and Downtime
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Drum Roll Please
Building Suspense Rolled snail-lishly Or perhaps protectively Taking the fetal position Waiting for just The right moment To pop p.s. For those who have asked about Luke, I rode him today and he was awesome! Lazy yes. But awesome. Not a cough or even a snort. And one of the boarders told me Luke raced with…
Writing and Walking
I’ve been obsessively writing for a few weeks. I’ve entered a secret world of words that I can get lost in for hours. Picture some kind of matrix scene where probes are attached to my head and I’m twitching and people are shaking me and yelling, “Maery! Maery! Wake up!”
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Woohoo, beautifully golden picture…poppin’ over right now sweetie!
God bless ya! :o)
Love the golden grass!
Fabulous fabulous!