Tag Archives: Garden

BRING YOURSELF– LOCK, STOCK AND BARREL

Wherever you go, remember, always bring yourself– yes, you– lock, stock and barrel. And a combo or a key to open or close you as you need, to honor all the qualities and parts you’ve grown up lovingly from seed– … Continue reading

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WHERE IS A HAND, WHEN YOU NEED ONE?

Where is a hand, when you need one? Where’s care, where is the stand that someone takes, to get the wherewithal it takes to feed one? Where is the garden, where’s the ground, the land, on which to stand and … Continue reading

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I’M GETTING THE INKLING

I’m getting the inkling, with each night’s first star’s twinkling, that life’s not so much one big, long time thinking, but rather it’s saying one great, big, long prayer– prayed in the risking to dive into doing and true what … Continue reading

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WE MUST CULTIVATE OUR GARDEN

Take time and care to cultivate your living garden of resources, and that will spare your eyes the sting of brine when you’ve been shut behind a gate. For then, you will have laid the field from which to garner … Continue reading

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KNOWING THE BETTER PART OF VALOR

Does the better part of valor call for patience? The kind that waits, and wise, holds back, when every being fiber bawls silent, in insatience? Or does it call for yet another crack at that endeavor that may require an … Continue reading

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CHEWING OUT A DROUGHT

Chewsday again. . . lunching in my wild garden. . . painstaking chewing by the ones and fives and tens. . . I see sad grounds I need to tend, but with each chew, my groundedness and sense come marching … Continue reading

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