Category: When the sun shines inside
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Weekend in review
My stomach keeps asking questions. Questions and statements and judgmental wanderings. muUh-ooh it bubbles. Oh, muyeah? I should eat something to shut it up. Friday after I dropped C off at midnight, I turned Adele up so loud, the bass shifted, rocked and bounced the blood in my body. And I drove over the bridge…
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But I will clean my house
Speaking of not cleaning my room…Lindsey is coming to visit on Monday for two weeks! I haven’t seen her since she left in October and since she left, my life has been about adaptation. It’s been growth. At work, in this self. I’ve been asked and asked myself to be stronger, more circular, more tidal.…
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I refuse to clean my room
There’s a flower pot in my yard that keeps overflowing when it rains. It has no drainage holes and no seeds can grown. And yet despite it being unviable for seeds, green moss is floating and growing on the surface of the water like swampy clouds hovering. I’m full up this weekend. Every time I…
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Morning mish-mash
Saturated skies and rain. Now, I’m waiting for my coffee to brew – the sweet grumbling sound like a hungry stomach. I should eat something. The lilacs are fragrant and naked in the yard. I’d cut some to bring in the house, but things die so much more quickly that way and I wouldn’t mind…
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Saturday, Saturday.
I went on a 3 mile walk this morning along the dike. The water is overflowing from the river. Muddy caramel colors swirling, stumps drifting. It was overcast and cold and nothing like it is right now. Right now it is sunny and wonderful and lilac-filled and lawn mower filled and motorcycle filled. C was…
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Happy Easter
This may be one of the most lovely, warm, beautiful late-mornings I’ve felt since last spring. I’m in a t-shirt! Outside! with my legs shadowed with slits of sun. Yogurt with berries and granola, espresso soaking in the warm water of my French Press. I’m waiting to press. I planted small strawberries in a blue…
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Converge
Rain and spaghetti sauce dive together through the house. Sweet and salt. Warm and cool. The birds click in the clouds. If I close my eyes for just a moment, erase the woosh of cars on the street outside, I feel surrounded by light and trees. I feel a forest wild. I feel like walking…
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AHHH
I’m taking Thursday and Friday off to meet my folks in DC. I’m going to go to big bookstores and markets and galleries and new restaurants and see cherry blossoms and all things city and city people. This is my mom and me or mom-me or me and my mom or the person I will end…
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Cradling birds
My eggs hatched. Last night in the middle of a dream. They were cold and I cradled them, blew on them until they were warm. There were 4 white orbs and everything behind my hands was dark. One by one, I brought them back, but still you never know if the things you care for…