Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() "Blood of the Garlic" ![]() The piece I wrote in response to a "Mother Earth" entry by ShellySunshine ![]() ![]() An excerpt: Mother Nature is giving me a treat today. I love that woman! It's the Season of Musk Rat Mating. The call of the coyote seems so close. The clear night, clear days, the still of the air. Unless one sleeps it's hard to turn off the inner voice. I can hear the thrum of the river slowly gnawing away at the earth, the slow crack of the land pushed up from below. The days are quiet and short. The night long, quieter still. Mother Earth has given me the gift of hearing my own voice through the hush of this void. More NaNoWriMo winners: StephBee ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() At least I visited some of you today! Was nice to see an entry by dareng. He found out his grandfather doesn't have kidney failure. Which is good news. ![]() So... I have a song in my mind. A very typical (for me) 8.7.8.7 8.7.8.3 meter. The prompting line in my mind: "I would row across that river... just for you." I went across the street to Bernice's to work on entering my sketches. V.e.r.y s.l.o.w. Like an adagio... As for my silly poll:
But... Scarlett's Rule of Five does seem to work. ![]() ![]() 57,186 |