a day in the garden.
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i took myself up coyote hill,
carrying buckets and drinking water and a book of poetry.
a warm and gentle breeze was blowing. i sat in the cover of the perfect trees,
gulping water,
reading,
praying.
i sat for the longest time, eyes closed, feeling the wind cleanse me, inside-to-out,
carrying away all those feelings that had clawed their way out of my heart,
now clinging to my skin.
i feel the need to talk this all out with
someone anyone
and so shall i do this.
it is time for mind-purging, for affirmation,
for feeling comfortable in my own hide and fur.
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life is good.
i remind myself of this….
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I'll ask you questions, and if you answer loud and long enough,
if we're lucky,
the trees will listen and that wind will carry our conversation back and forth
in between the forests
in between us.
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xO
May you find peace with the wind, the trees, and the knowledge that we, too, are here for you.xx
you are so wise
one day I want to walk up coyote hill with you...and pray
love and light♥
may you have peace, also.
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love and prayers.... xo
[love back'at'cha'....]