It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her. Happy Earth Day.
I WANT TO HOLD IT IN MY HAND
SLEEP
I have a complicated relationship with sleep. I ‘suspect others do too.
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FOR ARWEN
My daughter birthing her first baby, herself as a mother, and me as a grandmother.
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FOR MY GRANDSON HUCK
This was written soon after my grandson’s birth. Have you ever had so much joy suddenly come into your life that you were afraid to hold it?
Talking to Moon
Unexpected connection to Moon
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Washing Hands
I am a bit OCD about hand washing. Then Covid hit. Ouch. Worse. I’suspect I am not alone. This poem is a nudge nudge wink wink to me and all those as we slowly undo the fear and change the pattern to washing when appropriate.
PLEASURES OF THE FLESH
Change and joys of aging.
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CODA: OUR BREATH
It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her.
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HOPE for Emily Dickinson
May we face our fears & may they become lighter. Feeling them in the body can help.
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Sacred Walk #2
Letting in contact/connections in nature can mitigate loneliness.
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AN IRIS
A surprise.
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