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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" "Where grows the compost heap" "Waterlily" "I, Katrina" "Mauve Mavis" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| ME: It's cool and sunny in the morning this June. Love it. The dry skin caresses my skin and I think of the moisturizing cream I bought before I left. I love the cool that warms up to a pleasant 20 something degrees in the afternoon. Ah... June. The hills are still green...ish despite the dry spell. The river is running high from the snow-melt. We had lots of snow. There's enough moisture in the air to smell the iris and other flowers. My favorite month is May... this is just late-May. Long Springs in Western Montana. Where I grew up Spring came late and then spent one month catching up in a rush. Then Summer heat and humidity. Here it gets hot. Goes over 40 in July. Still 10 to 15 most nights though. Dry semi-desert. No humidity despite having a river run though it. Summer here only bothers me when we have fires. The ash in the air makes me choke. But today it's cool and sunny and ab-fab wonderful. Cool and sunny... like my father was... like a good friend still is... |
| I think we've all been there. That feeling that the love isn't there no more. The sense of abandonment. Oh well... ME: I'm fine! Well, not quite. The leg swells up and after the scare last year with deep vein thrombosis after a long flight I'm trying to be careful. Plus... No, really, I'm fine! Missoula is such a small town for a city. Easy to re-connect as I see people everywhere I walk. It's as if I haven't left. Well, almost. The new bathrooms are open and usable in the Senior Center and looking good. Nice to have missed most of the construction. One week of hammering was more than enough. Back to $3 lunches. Back to buying a pair of shoes for $3. I left the worn out ones in Voss in Norway. They had served me well. Back to $1.35 coffee at Bernice's; $1 at Butterfly Herbs; $1 at Liquid Planet on Sundays. $1 = 6 kroner (coffee costs at least 15 kr in Norway) or 3 zlotych or 75 euro-cents. Anyway, I can afford it here. I've made phone calls, sorted out receipts, washed my travel underwear... Catching up. The first couple days were hectic and I was exhausted from the trip back. So why do I feel neglected? I don't...  But my blogs does.  29 days without blogging? Ouch. I'll be back to writing and blogging now that I'm back for a short while. A trip back to Costa Rica beckons and well... I'll try to not neglect my poor blog for such a long time again. |
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