Oh bother.

So many things to do today.

I am rewriting a short story today for my writing group tonight,

expanding it in parts.....such tough critics they are ..

But I will do as they suggest. They have been right before, I hate to admit...I love them

Before I begin the process..which takes me away so quickly to another place

I need to go outside and clip a few more branches and dried stems...clean up the garden

get ready for that day when nature says,  ready, set, go!

I hunger for the days when I can go outside and sit

sit and lose myself

empty and fill

unaware of this earthly place

unaware of my heart wrapped in lead

Yesterday, while in the garden I felt a presence near me

It was quite a spooky day in the garden...First I saw that witch toy in the bed of cone-flowers

after writing about needing to find the space of home within me

Then as I clipped away, a crow caw-cawed around me.....we haven't had crows here for years

so I stopped my clipping and listened... and then I felt this presence

as I sat on the moist ground,in the warm sun..wind blowing furiously around me

I expected to turn around and find a cat next to me.....I felt a cat's presence

but there was none...

but I sat there in the soil of the earth

and was comforted.....

I have a great sorrow inside of me

it affects my everything of everything

I  carry on...but it waits for me..for my family

it smothers our joy.....it troubles our dreams

it enters my stories.....seasons my soups

pollutes my breath..tightens my muscles

I wear sadness everyday

even in my moments of joy....sadness is a refrain

This I am not afraid of.....this is my path
Oh, to live in the Hundred Acre Woods.
Thanks for listening dear friends who hung in there 
to the end of this......now to do a little yoga 
to start this day