a post wherein there are many photos and a few words.

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these days, i wake when my body says it is ready to rise from sleep. 
slowly, i dress, first anointing impaired parts of my body with various oils, 
donning a dress and leggings, 
a fleece, 
and favourite adornments. 
tea and more tea lend to lazy writing in the journal. 
most likely, the best thing i have done for myself was to take early leave
from a structured job. 
i wake some days amazed that i do not have to go sign in and work for pay earned. 
i have announced to mister pencilfox, with some commitment involved --
this summer, my job will be to walk coyote hill and tend to the garden. 

today, mister pencilfox filled water barrels and tractor'd them up the hill
to our freshly-tilled garden plot. 
i filled a water bottle for myself, loaded up my pockets with necessary oils -- 
geranium as an insect repellant, 
lavender, just because, 
spruce and others for massaging my shoulder. 
i leisurely strolled up coyote hill, allowing my mind to wander, 
snapping photos along the way. 
thoughts came to me about what i am not and what i am -- 
i am no longer a 30-year-old, given to running up and down hills, 
i am a 50-something-year-old warrior with many more good years under my belt.
immediately, i looked down and there was a heart-shaped stone. 
i picked it up, held it in my hand, and knew that the universe was speaking to me. 

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it's a good life. 


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