07.28
the bounty of words! Bless the words.
Swooning with language, I dig my hands into the patch of garden closest to the door, to feel myself on this earth, and the surprising scent of mint arises,
I inhale
a breeze drifts by
carrying on it the smells of cut grass, Durga Rose incense, nutmeg, the Indian spice shop in Berkeley, the Asian supermarket in the International district, the cedars on Bear Island… Now I swoon with scent.
Now the inspirations come with the force of love:
Images of New York skyscrapers,
seeing a really great piece of theater, or a really bad one,
Peggy’s baby pictures,
an early fall morning in the Appalachians,
a bonfire on the beach during the winter,
someone’s truth heard I (even if it doesn’t match mine),
synchronicity,
live concert,
a productive work-out,
the birth of precious grand babies and nieces and nephews,
cats and more cats, purring as they parade by,
beads (oh the colors),
and
being hugged with big love.
I have to lie down.
My porch is cold under my robe.
Quiet descends, the quiet of driving in the car without the radio……being with others in silence…
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