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dripping with alchemy

dripping with alchemy


. She now wakes me up at 5am.

. Is anyone seeing the sunrises? I miss them so much.

. Why can’t every day have these temperatures, and these breezes?

. let's eat strawberries
and prop our feet on stacks of library books

. Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.

~ First Poems, Rainer Maria Rilke

. Slow. So slow.

. There’s a glug of Vinho Verde in the fridge and frost-bit shrimp in the freezer and stalks of asparagus standing in a bowl of water. Maybe there’s an old lemon on the table, too.

. I do the lesson of paying attention: deep greens, tempered bird song, a hum of traffic, hammering from another backyard, honeysuckle perfume, my easy heartbeat, a breeze that flirts with bare skin, grey sky, a longing. 

. What matters?

being and becoming

being and becoming

Over Dirt

Over Dirt