cait & anne
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Thursday, December 13, 2012
The day after 12/12/12
Hi Ms. Cait (I miss Cait)
I went for a walk in the rain today, soft rain, mist. Here they call it showers.
I thought of you because I was wearing a cute, blue, French-style hat. Not that you are French. but you are cute.
I walked hard, fast. My body anxious to move after two slovenly weeks of "taking for myself" because I was nursing a cold.
When I looked to the sky, the rain felt like little kid kisses on my face.
The gray all around held me like the hug from a good man.
It was silent...the silence we know in meditation.
A soft background of water and gentle breath.
Wish you were there.
I went for a walk in the rain today, soft rain, mist. Here they call it showers.
I thought of you because I was wearing a cute, blue, French-style hat. Not that you are French. but you are cute.
I walked hard, fast. My body anxious to move after two slovenly weeks of "taking for myself" because I was nursing a cold.
When I looked to the sky, the rain felt like little kid kisses on my face.
The gray all around held me like the hug from a good man.
It was silent...the silence we know in meditation.
A soft background of water and gentle breath.
Wish you were there.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
oh no
Oops...not keeping up but a tree on our block beckons. For months it has had these huge fuzzy buds, months. And last week, they started opening up into these huge soft pink blossoms. Oh so beautiful.
I'll get my camera out there.
I'll get my camera out there.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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