at the river
The mouth of the river may be beautiful.
It doesn’t remember the womb of its beginning.
It doesn’t look back to where it’s been
or wonder who ahead of it polished the rough stones.
It is following the way
in its fullness,
now like satin,
now cresting,
waters meeting, kindred
to travel gathered together,
all knowing it flows
one way, shining or in shadows.
And me, the animal
I ride wants to drive forward,
its longing not always my own,
overrunning its banks and bounds,
edgeless, spilling along the way
because, as I forget,
it knows everything
is before it.
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Journey by Linda Hogan
It’s a beautiful, perfect day
Warm, with a shadow of cool
makes me know fall is coming
I do love me some October
I drove to Rocky Hill
to sing
spent way too much money
on not much of anything
coffee
filling up with gas
ordered a book for 46$
from Chenè in Africa,
Re-Authoring the World:
story narrative
changing our perceptions
changing our world
things are changing for me
it is time for me to begin again
time for readjusting the flow
time to take another step
time to make my choices
from a place of strength
from a place of determination
Freedom belongs to those who use it
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AL
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you think you have time…
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listen to Amy Grant & Vince Gill sing House of Love
2 bottom photos found at http://www.pinterest.com
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Nothing has to happen immediately, this minute, or right now. It’s okay to pause for just a moment. Just take a breath. Then go quietly inside. Ask Life Itself to lead you to your best outcome. There’s nothing you have to do, really, except get out of your own way. — Neale Donald Walsch
life: acoustic & amplified 