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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
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L'aura del campo


'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣


Higgins Street Bridge, April 25th  2009, Missoula, Montana


L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me.

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IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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Wheat fields along Route 56 in SW Kansas, July 2004.
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
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June 28, 2019 at 12:40pm
June 28, 2019 at 12:40pm
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Kindness ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... has many names

Today, write about an experience that wowed you. When was the last time your jaw fell open? Where were you the last time you felt awe and admiration? As best you can, share your experience in a way that your blog reader can feel the same wonder you felt.

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Tahlequah speaks in the soft cadence of Cherokee. The Creek burbles over stones where crawfish hide in Sequoyah Park. July's sun fries me as I sit along its cooling banks. I stay in a motel hoping I can find a job and a place to live before my money runs out. I'm invited to visit Sparrow Hawk Village overlooking the Illinois River, a community of esoteric Christians clothed by oaks and populated with deer, ticks and turkey.

I'm not interested in joining but the people are nice. I explain my situation. I need healing. I'm introduced to Donna, a Choctaw with three children living with a rottweiler in a trailer. She decides to take me in. Lord knows why.

My white Volvo, loaded with scraps of a life, heads north on Route 82A past the post office in Moodys, down the winding shady canopy of Long John Hill where I'll know what's hiding by the day's roadkill. I cross Spring Creek with it's dry bed of flint rock waiting for the deluge to revive it. Three trailers sit below the road. Donna lives in the middle one: three bedrooms with a kitchen on the south-west end.

I move into a tiny room and I pack my belongings in the closet. The air conditioning freezes me. I am thankful.

I have arrived in Teresita a nowhere place with an old cemetery where pillars engraved with aguyuh rest covered with lichen. There's not much else. I take a walk. So much is hidden in rocky crevices by green that no one disturbs. The scissor tailed fly catchers and crows cross my path. Occasional gunfire pierces the quiet.

I need quiet. Kindness has many names here. May my healing begin.

Written at the request of Connie, the flash non-fiction is found at:

 
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Flash fiction under 300 words. Prompt: surprised by someone or something recently?
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