my bed.
no war outside. no unrest. quiet. Peace FULL., just before Light. I wake. The sheets, the pillow case, the quilts. I am so grateful for my bed.
only this many walnuts. In the past, i would steep them on the wood stove. Sometimes even steep them OutSide. I am afraid to make fire outside here. So….inside. On this little stove. Bring to a boil and turn down, simmer as long as it is. Turn off for the day and then maybe, again. I look at the old cast iron pot, so worn and odd in it's many years…before me, many. My own time with it.
the lid. i could look at the lid all day. This image. All day. Could look and never tire of it. All day and maybe even more
i think. How can i make a fire pit. Outside. ???? Can I? or not? I think i can but need to go deeply into the How.
I accidentally trip the side bar, Sam Baker, Mercy. and realizing, close my eyes and float in the above, float in how it is, Now, Here.
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