The first golden leaf Touches the ground. The gods of autumn Are marked with rust. The sky turns copper and Trees howl in loneliness. The mist starts its journey. Let there be August.
You are safe
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Can you feel the hand that is holding you,
close your eyes, feel your breath, feel the light
that’s within you, yes, within.
When the gentle gian...
Dream
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I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I and our messy, wonderful,
complicated future. Babies and lazy Sunday's and romps through forests and
sunshine f...
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PERMANENTLY CLOSED!!!
Hootin' Anni's Day Trippin' will be on temporary hiatus! I am in the middle
of changing formats =combining both blogs into ONE= o...
Booklist for 'Interesting Times'
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Remember that apocryphal Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting
times"? Well we certainly seem to be living in interesting times at the
moment.
I...
a discourse on intimacy...
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Elizabeth Gilbert writes in her book , 'Committed'...
* "We yearn for private intimacy even though it's emotionally risky. We
yearn for private intimac...
Sneakers
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I dreamed I was young again
which seemed natural
(and woke up old again
which did not.)
I had on kicks that looked as if
they'd been left out in the rai...