Patches of summer: blink and they're gone.
Waves of lush bloomery
follow the rain.
Varnish my toenails?
No. Socks back on.
Waves of lush bloomery
follow the rain.
Varnish my toenails?
No. Socks back on.
Very nearly the farewell toast here, that was. A sharp attack of void, depression. The sharpest ever, maybe. But maybe a brief attack. Like the end of a migraine: before the pain begins to shift, an odd but explicit sensation of small spaces opening between the tight, rigid swellings of the brain, a tentative articulation.
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{{{{{{Jean}}}}}}
Hand-knitted socks?
:-)
Oh, Jean. I had no idea. Hugs.
xoxoxo
Oh, dear Jean, that's why you've been so quiet. Hugs from me too!
it is always such a treat to see the remarkable images you post. your words often leave me deep in thought.
the chill of winter and this, our coldest spring, left me porous, eager to absorb the warm energy of summer's sun. i hope its healing energy warms your deepest places.
Hugs, Jean.
Cool toes in chill stream, bracing changes and wriggling digits.
Jean, I was hoping your silence was a re-charging of batteries. Big hugs and warm feet and a glass of something zingy, and lots of love.
xxxx
I like this picture very much. It has a quality of absence combined with presence that is intriguing.
I hope you are feeling better.
there is always another glass of fizz eventually...sometimes you have to wait a little while though...hope it isnt too longxxxxx
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