Mockingbirds

It’s morning, although I’m not sure the time. Dew still twinkles and slides on every surface and small critters---be them squirrels, rabbits, prairie dogs, or a mix of them all---shuffle and scuttle in the tall grass. High up in the pines, mockingbirds chack-chack-cheeeooo back and forth, back and forth.  Summer sticks around most of the... Continue Reading →

sit

you want to perch upon that branch the one which overlooks the meadow where even when it rains, rabbits skip between flowers, unbothered but to rest to observe means stillness silence steadiness you can't grip the mug between your hands without spilling over the edges shaking unconscious unconscious so sit. sit with it. sit with... Continue Reading →

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