IF only I were not as mortal as I am. If WE were only not their fools and THEY (the famous they) were not so very precisely what they are, IF hyperspace were a skill that could be mastered--flight MIGHT be an option. If only that, THEN relief could follow quick enough. If only, only THESE things were true, TIME would lay down it's arms, clocks stop ticking, beings cease rushing, and grabbing.
STOP
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MEANWHILE
The 2016 Lunar Phases Calendar ends when November ends. It was a gift from Peggy dear of Woman with Wings
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These little Organic Potatoes will be transformed into finger food treats by being roasted in garlicky butter for a friends Thanksgiving I'll be attending this coming week. I think of Grace Forest, her Thanksgiving preparations for her friend's imminent visit.
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I sit staring here at this framed flyer from "Will Beauty Save The World?", a poetry show we did years ago--that deer antler, found on the forest floor during a visit upstate decades ago--the books and cards from friends; think about each of them, picturing them until thinking evaporates into just being.
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Returning to nourishment, I process arugula with lemony vinegar until it's green goop, add a dash of stevia, a few pinches of salt, bottle and store it in the fridge to spread on toast in days to come.
~*~
Remembering
Thanksgiving in Massachusetts
Two years ago.
Ha!
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My all time favorite Thanksgiving desert
New England Indian Pudding
https://youtu.be/npw8h1sd2Qs
May you be happy
Remembering
Thanksgiving in Massachusetts
Two years ago.
Ha!
~*~
My all time favorite Thanksgiving desert
New England Indian Pudding
May you be happy
3 comments:
And you as well...
May you be happy and well as well Michelle.
Thank you for holding space up there in the city that never sleeps
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