once time. that’s what my daughter says when she starts a story. she sings sentences often and tells me she is singing a little song. more of this natural state. sometimes it is impossible to fathom how time works or how capacity can be so great. i am sorry for the land and people where water’s powerful nature swallowed history, lives. organizations have come together to decide on ancient ways of tending a healthy forest so that consumption is balanced and a universal anger soothes. burning low brush in certain areas under thoughtful conditions. a planned, spirit led path. when i inhale smoke and the horizon is hidden a part of me freezes. then i relearn how things can be done.
distinctly a new chapter begins. friendship, tapestry. the dishwasher roars. freezing air escapes the faulty freezer. a mouse eats butter. candlelight, music. a bird book or two. our hands guide us. patterns, colour and plants.
my son learns about life from giant willow tree who is the guardian of our home. the unison of coyote. sacred epiphanies.
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