Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ 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. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
No ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... prompt I'm not going to join any blog challenges or groups for July. Some of the prompts have been easy-for-me, others have been pushing-my-boundaries, some were sheer misery. So... I'm going prompt-less for a month. And I might even miss a day! I'm still burnt out and unhappy. Dreams about moving back to Kansas and giving up traveling... or traveling and giving up everything else should show you where I'm at. Plus, I really really want to redo my blogs before I start traveling again as travel sucks up any spare energy. On that note... I'll try to keep up with reading blogs because I truly think it helps to know you are being read. And... I'll need to borrow a thought or steal an occasional prompt. Today's bizarre flash fiction:
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