i got up last night, middle of the night, to look at something and looked at the wall…
made me smile. Crickets are everywhere.
dawn and windowLove
the substance. a combination of almost Everything. the latest, eucalyptus leaves from the freezer that Hermila sent.
i always cover the door with a blanket. never have used this one tho. the light set it on fire.
i miss crickets. there were big shiny black ones in ny…real singers.
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these are singers too. but they are quiet now. i bring them in with the wood for the fire. they just wander around. i catch them with a glass over them, slip a stiff card thing under and take
them to the door. plunk. outside. off to their appropriate
karmic ripening. there are lots.
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Saw this one second….and Oh, it’s lovely!
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isn’t it. and so are you
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Your window filled with Dawn…Ahhhh…
reminded me of this book:
http://www.amazon.com/Dawn-Uri-Shulevitz/dp/0374416893/ref=sr_1_18?ie=UTF8&qid=1320475594&sr=8-18
Makes me wish I was more of a morning person 🙂
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i have come to love all of the circle of hours, but if i had
to choose, it still would be those moments just before dawn, still
dark and so very FULL of what was and what is coming…i love love
love Dawn
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Men have ManCaves…women have Galleries. And your’s fairly sings…
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