“Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotch-potch of impulses, our perpetual miracle — for the soul throws up wonders every second.
Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death: let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says.”
— Virginia Woolf
5.10.26
the slower
i go
the better
i get
at my best i’m the
sweet river eddy’s
continual calm
5.11.26
what remedy
more potent
than elbow grease
on a bug-smattered
truck camper?
5.12.26
in the valley garden
i wade and practice
fluvial tai chi
over river stones
i seek and imagine
hidden rainbows
behind stones
5.13.26
spring winds
called out
from beyond
four walls
as well as
within
5.14.26
love lives in
the blue space
between clouds
love lives in
the spring song
between robins
love lives in
the sunny notion
between us
5.15.26
the great transfer
of energy
lifts my wing
and propels
frictionless flight
across icy
waters
wind is the
perennial force
of reverence
in this mad valley
in this wind weathered home
5.16.26
white on green
snow on grass
spring at last
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love,
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