Memories without time . . .

I started a class in throwing pots tonight. It was fun, but such a different kind of clay than I am used to after three years of mudding our house. I’m use to the loose, wet, straw-filled slippery clay that … Continue reading

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Ah, that moon . . .

Tonight I came to the end of my driveway and the road into town led straight to a beautiful red moon.  I was so entranced I turned right instead of left as I had planned.  It was like I wanted … Continue reading

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Morning Pages in the Afternoon

This began as morning pages in the afternoon and then politely asked to be a little poem.   I think of my little writing studio over in the clearing through the trees. I can’t wait to finish it and set … Continue reading

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