they say tomorrow at around 1:oo it might begin. Another Atmospheric River. River in the Sky.
there are lots of things i could say. Words. telling a Story. but what's the point? What will happen, will. And then, we will just go.
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wordless. I think about that more and more.
It certainly happens without saying.
But then, we learn from how it goes beyond our own experience.LikeLike
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another atmospheric river … words for a concept we never knew back in the day … may you be safe … may all be safe
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I have never seen this desert so lush and green for all the rain we have had this season. But I certainly relish when the sun comes out and I can go bask like a lizard, soaking in warmth and replenishing my energy. Does your creek ever flood? Hoping your sky river stops overflowing sooner than later!
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(((Grace))) your drawing brings to mind this poem by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?LikeLike
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