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November’s Fire
The light this morning set everything it touched on fire with an intense glowing orange. I couldn’t help but to go stand and bathe in it along one of its long corridors in the top meadow after letting the chickens out. After pecking away vigorously at their feed, they have begun preening and basking in…
Flowing
Searching for that first word to begin a new piece is like standing knee deep in the river preparing for that first jump. You know its going to be cold and you hesitate…just for a few seconds. When you’re in, the feeling is full of so many sensations. The most notable for me is the…
On a morning
This morning I find myself sitting on a folding chair in the top meadow not long after sunrise. I smiled a little half-smile a minute ago remembering that I never was much of a ‘morning person’. I blame the chickens and an often overwhelming need to be in this early morning peace on my way…
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