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resigned, i guess is the word.

a little mopey—

dandelion seed has landed-

got a bucket of compost thrown on her.

roots, now.

a new kind of being–

____all i wanna do is go to moab and play with my sister.

 

but i’ve got so many things going on in town-

good things.

 

finding adventures on campus, my new little town-

feeling rooted–

tribute to the healing of the desert–

here’s to the beauty and wilderness of last year–

 

a happy and free time, following the beat of the desert and her monsoonal moods–

 

floating. hiking.

wandering.

campsite family time.
waiting out the warm buckets of afternoon downpour—
waiting for the flooded roads to recede.
finding old places

staring out into red canyons—-strata. ancient sea beds.
understanding
the easiest of convergences
birthing rock
brother in law, as old as the rocks
pokey discoverer.

exhilarating creek paths.
going to the source
bliss
jumping from the falls
not chronological: but death cab….
green river.
a true privilege to float down this canyon
paddle board cub
compost mobile
i think he lost his shoes…so he’s wearing his brother’s/ hanging with sage and uncle matt

cliffside caution
triumph

darkness gathering. the evening perfect

i’ll be able to go to moab again. just not this weekend.

and that’s okay.

 

i’m learning a lot. it might be the nerd in me but learning:.. mm mmmm mmm.

flexing my muscles.

i’m in building mode;

giving myself a ribbon: “most growth”

 

and zion trip from the year before, another majestic journey:::

http://idlelovewild.blogspot.com/2014/09/for-matt-and-amy.html

 

—-stick to it!!!!!!

 

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