made up a game of picking up five or so words from a pile
and writing a mini poem on the fridge from those
this is one of the first that showed up:)

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weaving weaving weaving
like an unseen hand
a web of light
now you see me
now you don’t
magic in the making
I am.

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I will let love
walk towards me
like a tree     open
arms heart all   open
like a tree just standing
tall   open   knowing
no thing necessary no push Read More

 

I would like to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.

– John O’Donohue

I noticed a crow family nesting in the pine tree close to my balcony in the back.  I have been living in this house for almost twenty years now, and I have seen many crows come and go and stay, but never a crow nest before, well until now.  For the first time, during this isolation and despite all the construction going right next door, there it was a mother crow nesting, and then father coming and going and then days after suddenly a mini red beak and then they are feeding the little one.

You see I feel I am being equipped with a super power during this isolation period:

I am becoming Unrushable. Read More

the cherry tree
bursting into crazy pink laughter
as she joins children of spring
playing catch-me-if-you-can.

at the heart of every child lies eternal spring.

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This is our dance
fragile and beautiful
as life is.

now we remember,
not knowing and blended
standing open
wide – against the fierce wind Read More