It is time to start shedding ( Read more... )

Even routes mundane as a morning commute, can be radically changed by these long winter nights. Setting out in the predawn, nothing is the same as before. Landmarks are taken away by the darkness. There are very few cars at this hour and never many street lights to begin with. What is left, after leaving town, is a long empty mountain highway ( Read more... )

Go down to the river, to leave what you don’t really need there. Just because you have been carrying it longer than you can remember, doesn’t mean you need it, doesn’t make it part of you. It is best to empty your pockets and take off your watch before heading down there. Brush your hair free of tangles and clean your glasses; make sure your ( Read more... )

I can't sleep I lost faith for a few hours, in everything, I'll go looking for it in the morning. I know it is out there somewhere.

I am so grateful for these words, in amber. There is so much that I forgot.

All the bees are sleeping now. It is nearly winter. I will tell them when they wake up. Maybe they will dream of you for me until then.

A few miles out in this cold November rain might allow me to think; breath it in - the wet and the change, let the season soak through ( Read more... )

I spent a HUGE amount of my lifetime color allotment raucously, and with abandon, in the eighties. Colors have not come easy to me since then, since I faded to black and gray. Recently I have found comfort in greens and browns, purples have sneaked in. I however have never been fond of pink. A friend, my soul's sister, was. She was beautiful and ( Read more... )

I drank too much but not enough last night ( Read more... )

I made my way, across the road, down the stony bank, out of my shoes, to rest and full myself with the river.
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