meanderings.

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i find myself meandering these days. 

it is easy for me to become lost in thoughts and dreams.

fortunately, i live with a man who doesn't mind if i wander off, body or mind. 

i usually announce to him my soon-exit

[byenow, i'm leaving]

or i'll leave little notes on the basement door

[up on the hill] 

and he knows i'm within finding range. 

the matanuska river is wide and meandering, 

just a mile away. 

parts of it can be jumped across

[if one is wearing their xtratufs]

and other parts could sink a boat, 

what with occasional deep torrent which appears to rise above the river itself. 

the matanuska eats at her banks, rips houses from their foundations, 

and she shakes and rumbles the very ground she claims. 

at times, the matanuska scares me with her power. 

at times, my thoughts and meanderings scare me, shaking and rumbling my soul.

i believe it is this reason that i love that mountain, just over there, 

on the other side of the matanuska. 

crag. 

i can see crag from our deck, 

and just at the top of coyote hill, crag calls to my spirit. 

this little piece of pencilfox heaven-on-earth allows me my freedom, 

allows me my meanderings, on foot or in my thoughts. 

i have been displeased, lately, uneasy, almost, with the nonessentialness 

of what i see online. 

it is for that reason that i am disconnecting from a couple internet sites i used to frequent. 

you know where to find me, whether it is here, where i share stories nonetheless,

or by snail mail, which i adore. 

and if you care to drop in on me, we can meander together up coyote hill….

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life is so very grand, ain't it?

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