Traveling Through Resistance
Lean into a gathering
And binds me to a day I’ll remember
At what point Do we Stop enjoying Eying with wonder A seed split open A shoot rising Out of the earth Or fungus Springing out of Recycled coffee grounds? At what point Do we become So sophisticated That nothing amazes Makes us blink in surprise At what point Are we no longer allowed To be…
Have you seen the towering trees Tower walking their dogs? Ssshhh! Close encounters of tree kind… Did I mention I saw a cloud formation today? A pipe, like my Dad used to smoke And alongside it A match with a sunset orange flame Sorry I didn’t have my camera You’ll just have to take my…
“I thrust my hands into the cool rich soil, the moss like fur between cracks of the bricks I want to roll like a big dog and shake free.” — Marge Piercy, “Shad blow” I think “Shad blow” is my favorite Marge Piercy poem that I’ve read so far. It’s about the season of Spring…
OK. I got a little carried away with my photos today. This was supposed to be a one photo a day thing… But it’s been a couple weeks since I’ve made it out to the barn and the horses were being so darn photogenic. The reason I haven’t been out to see Luke for awhile…
Rejoice Whatever remembrance These days bring Resurrection Freedom Rebirth New life I have found Peace and smiles In giving thanks For blessings And struggles That come in waves gentle and wild Neither labeling good or bad Simply Interesting Facebook Twitter Pinterest
A body in motion
will remain in motion
until it is no longer in motion
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Beautiful, Maery! I love how red Luke is. Nothing like hugging your horse when they have that soft winter coat.
Fantastic shots and text! Wow!
Beautiful!