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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() A writer... hard at play I'm hard at play. Another day of ignoring piles of laundry, forgetting to eat or be eaten, to pay the phone bill. If I die, someone else will take out the trash. I'm hard at play. Pen to the paper. Truths scratching through lies. Ink scribbles and sighs. Nubs of my fingers flying, no matter how numb. It's my way of healing, my own therapy, my way of connecting, of mending my own community. It's my night; it's my day. Go away! I'm happy. I'm sad. Let me suffer alone. I'm hard at play. © Kåre Enga [166.330] 2009-12-02 ![]() ![]() ![]() Prosperous Snow celebrating ![]() ![]() The countdown begun A New Year new beginning Change the litter box Gotta love the humor! ![]() On a serious note, read "Invalid Entry" ![]() ![]() ![]() I sat in Celtic Connection and wrote. I sat in The Break Espresso and wrote. Just a bit of writing... not much. But... it's a good thing. I shop the end caps at our local market. Bought discounted spices: ginger, basil, cilantro. I'm making some comfort food: mac and cheese. I'll add tuna. Appropriate for tonight and how I feel every night: ![]() 57,319 |