That storm seems to be forever perched Just over the tops of the trees Just over the furthest rooflines I can smell the rain The flicker at the feeder, The finches waiting on the line. The seed scatters, Sunflowers rise up. There it is, the volunteers, The ones you...
As the August month of the Monkey swings out of view, what surprises jumped into your lap last month? Were there any problems solved? Did you feel scattered in thoughts and feel the urge to diversify, multi-task more than usual? Well, all that monkey minded-ness is...
You may be falling into August bruised and scraped for having survived one very problematic July. The Wood Sheep last month, the first of 3 conflicted months in 2021, butted heads with our annual Metal Ox. I saw relationships fall apart, I saw tempers flair and...
Homeless Dancing It is an annual tradition of summer yoga camp to take the oldest campers out one day for a couple hours to feed the homeless. This year 2021 we are still in a pandemic from Covid and so the need is even greater as so many people have suffered great...
The station wagon with faux wood paneling, The memory of sliding from the car seat down to the wild grasses, The size I was then, My feet already wincing at the briars and sharp hidden things Waiting for me to step down and run painfully for the river. Summer country...