I don't know about you, but even though spring is seriously just around the corner, where I am the gray days are still outweighing the sunny ones. So I got out today and gathered a bouquet of flowers for you, which I'll be sharing over the next several days. Will you join me on my walk?
As we meander along, I may share a poem or two with you. Here are some lines from one of my current favorites by Joy Harjo:
This is my soul. It is a good soul.
It tells me, “come here forgetful one.”
And we sit together with a lilt of small winds
who rattle the scrub oak.
You can read the rest here.
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