it's sunday afternoon, stormy as all get out, snow is gone, massive trees bending like twigs all around our house, a newly formed river running through our trail, sheets of metal roofing splayed across the property from the strong winds . . . and man, i couldn't feel more content being where i am right now. still in pajamas, a cup of coffee, a conversation with my pa, a warm fire burning, npr on the radio, rain pelting the windows, the low hum of the generator in the background, water boiling on the stove, cookbooks out, thinking bread. just feeling blessed. not bittersweet, nostaliga blessed, but solid in my slippers blessed.
big love to you all.
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da quote
"there is this edge where shadows
and bones of some of us walk
backwards . . ."
(joy harjo)
and bones of some of us walk
backwards . . ."
(joy harjo)
3 comments:
sounds perfect
does sound perfect... ps. matt's mom and her new beau jay (a real upper if ya know what i mean) may have some accordians to spare. we'll ask them. they both play and spend summers in the u.p. hittin' the polka curcuit! what fun you'll have playin' damara! miss you
its storming here now too. its wonderful here now too.
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