it began as days often do…looking.
but from there, a blur. Waiting with Goats Out Back for the Propane Delivery. then Work Away. back to a warm Sun filled afternoon with no Wind. perfect. burned the piles that have been waiting for a month or more now. got the call to come early to pick up the truck load of grass hay and home in the dark with headlights on. we all get to just go to sleep early tonight with no thoughts on our minds. Begin again tomorrow.
sweet dreams and restful sleep grace
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sounds like a good day to me. especially the brush burning. i always loved that–so cleansing.
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my basket is filled with these kinds of days.
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Today writing I thought of your words here..that freedom to be flexible, flowing with whatever is presented, open to the unexpected, and finding good rest at the end of the day..it is that being and doing that just is…good.
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the dreams…they are always so FULL of stuff. Never
restful sleep…so…keep on wishing for me
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is is. the satisfaction of the burning.
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i don’t imagine that of you
i imagine you ALWAYS rising before the Sun and drinking
your warmth whatever and stitching on into SUNRISE and
beyond
then at some point going OUT into your planet space there
and doing things until you come In and stitch some more
till you spend time with the Man till he falls asleep
and you stitch and
play string with the small cat and it’s now late in the
night
you sleep. For a while. then
begin again
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am looking at that. flowing.
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windthread 
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