Dark morning chill stirs the flesh
to welcome winter waiting
for flaming tongues
to lick between
dry Manzanita branches
igniting Blue oak
in the woodstove’s glow.
I recall storms, the floods
and endless downpours,
creek too high to cross
for thirty days and pray
for anything wet enough
to start the grass
for cows and calves—
for my sanity, something
akin to normal
in these crazy days
of politics and pandemic—
something to trust
as right as rain—
something to believe in.
Believe in LOVE, Dad… The organizational force of the universe
raining’ love, reigning love (hehe;)
My recipe for survival these days:
– one foot in front of the other, no matter what
– invest to those on your path (especially in those who are good to you back and keep an open clear view on the rest of em)
– be good to yourself
– Celebrate each day we get to be here/live again…
– Commit deeply to ensuring that others have the opportunity be here as well
something like that… 🙂
Love you so much!
Raining now in SC… & maybe there soon?
drycrikjournal 
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Can’t we just change the channel? Watch a rerun we know well. The safe, older times, that fell perfectly into place.
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We have strayed from home and can only hope there are enough crumbs to find our way back.
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And, that this time, we are not yet again distracted.
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Believe in LOVE, Dad… The organizational force of the universe
raining’ love, reigning love (hehe;)
My recipe for survival these days:
– one foot in front of the other, no matter what
– invest to those on your path (especially in those who are good to you back and keep an open clear view on the rest of em)
– be good to yourself
– Celebrate each day we get to be here/live again…
– Commit deeply to ensuring that others have the opportunity be here as well
something like that… 🙂
Love you so much!
Raining now in SC… & maybe there soon?
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