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the girl who dreams of mushrooms
-she was always a country mouse,born in a small town-a wild mouse- nibbling-gathering-growing- our lives were like a throw back– creek kids hunting craw dads in a stretch of open and intact wild, in the middle of a small city.tomatoes.cucumbers.planted into dug up lawn. here we lived.the wildness burst from the porch: a young oak-…
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spring of miracles
these dogwood mornings fill my heart to bursting. these bleeding heart pink country side mornings feel like a miracle this first spring has been so sweet—this has been the year of miracles it’s been just about a year since i’ve posted here—– the most tremendous and profound shifts have taken place, and i attribute…
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through the rainbow portal.
ASK FOR MIRACLES. FOLLOW THE MAGIC. inviting, opening. new lines on my face, smiles. did you take a journey? did make it to a place where the land shimmers? a twinkling wonderland emerges from our dreams– our eyes widen, we look at each other— are we awake? are we really here? what is this…