Poetry"The Mystery" Some come at it with weights and measures, some waving a sieve. Some sing to it, ballads and carols, hoping to coax forth its hidden center, unwind the sheath of who it is. Some tap on it, or deal heavy blows with hammers, trying to smash its thick shield force it to bow down. Some seek ways to clamber in, explore its hidden vaults and chambers. Some lie down beside it, breathe its cool scent, become its own self. - Dorothy Walters
I love your recipe for when all else fails. A thing, a next thing, a next thing becomes a journey. Looking forward to hearing your podcast. Count me among those never able to do cocktail conversations (or cocktails, for that matter). Cheers to you, Emily.
Emily, You are just amazing. May this journey continue to bring you to a fuller and richer sense of self, and an ever-surer voice. And anytime you want to wrestle with the bindweed and smooth brome in my enormous cottage garden, you are more than welcome!
I love your recipe for when all else fails. A thing, a next thing, a next thing becomes a journey. Looking forward to hearing your podcast. Count me among those never able to do cocktail conversations (or cocktails, for that matter). Cheers to you, Emily.
Thank you, Keith. I love your idea of a recipe. And nope can’t do the conversation or the cocktails:).
Emily, You are just amazing. May this journey continue to bring you to a fuller and richer sense of self, and an ever-surer voice. And anytime you want to wrestle with the bindweed and smooth brome in my enormous cottage garden, you are more than welcome!
Thank you, Susan. I so appreciate the encouragement. It’s like food to me right now.
And helps to know that there are other fellow weed wrestlers out there!
I'm sending love your way, and gratitude for your simply being here. xo
Thank you! I'm so glad to be here too.
Yes. Some day you can come pluck creeping charlie from the beds at Lonely Worm Farm.
I actually would love to do that Eliza:)