... The terror is not losing you but having you before you are lost. The terror is, loving you this way, my body is gone, and the wind carries my songs, until you are words, too.
Things I love: poetry and precise words, kitchen gardens, wildflowers, photography, the natural world, walking in the woods, geography and culture and a sense of place, thunderstorms, yoga, letterpress artwork, knit objects, earth tones, chai tea, little birds, the ocean, wool, thick books to get lost in, ecotones and diagrams, sheep and llamas and goats, handwritten letters, the body (mine and yours).
2 comments:
wow. I connect with this.
from a mom of an English-teacher-in-training thanks for the inspiration to those students all the years...and the books..oh the books!
blessings....
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