Horses
Yoga
Running
Square Dance
Drawing
Painting
Writing
Walking
Potlucks
Dinners
Garden
Tea
Eating
Reading
Breathing
Sewing
Dancing
Watching the sunrise
Watching the sunset
Watching the moon
Swimming in oceans
Tending my houseplants
Smiling
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Summer
The warm breeze blows
The sun lets fall its golden dust.
The child weeps:
Mama!
Hard green pears are growing every day.
Inside me a star is bursting, being born.
The sun lets fall its golden dust.
The child weeps:
Mama!
Hard green pears are growing every day.
Inside me a star is bursting, being born.
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