Monday, September 29, 2014
Monday
Rich red and orange flames
Perfect form, surging, undulating
Burning hot with a purpose
The fair-haired flax
Wrapping, engulfing, purging
Freeing invisible denying bonds
Rolling up mounds and spires
Across the prominent knolls
Down through the dell and gorge
Burning and healing
Filtering, cleaning
Distilling the sully
Against a smoky blue sky
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I was a guest speaker, and the group was already two wine bottles in. It became more of a back-and-forth with the audience. Okay, even I...
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After last weekend, I strained my back. Seriously, I can barely walk. Good job, team!
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Still healing. Talking it slow. There is something nice about taking quiet time when everything is always hectic.
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