this one swallowing the Sun
Under the drying debris of pulled weeds, these were hidden. One bloom apiece…each of the three colors of Wild MorningGlory. As with single things, i gave them a drink of water with my glass.
i went to annalisa's blog, kaizen journey, by clicking on her comment and spent a long time in the bless~ed quiet there. Went back and saw her Tribes. and the word occurred….antidote. And i have since been thinking how making and looking are nothing less. For ourselves and for the world. Each thing we See, truly See, and each moment of Making give antidote to all that would have us doubt.
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