Falls

Water...I went to Southern VT to see the sights and visit with my mother. My chest is sunburned and my head is cleared.

Cabin Fever

Today I was walking to work and the sun was shining, I was sweating a little under my jacket and the breeze was a tolerable temperature. It was all quite blissfull. Then, while strolling under a tree, white things began to fall upon my head. At first I thought there something coming from the tree, and then I realized that this was HAIL. Actual, real hail on a perfectly lovely sunny, blue sky day. It was pretty.

Now, I am sitting at my desk at work, all of the nurses are irritable, and apparently I look "tired" (I'm not). Day five is always the hardest. There is only so much a girl can take and microwaving macaroni and cheese (smelly fake cheese no less) is not what I want to be doing with my time. My mood is pretty grumpy. Can you tell?

Burlington is stagnant. My job is stupid. Creativity has been zapped.

My brother sent me this Calvin and Hobbes. It is alarmingly true:

Love,

Willow~

In Memory...

Prayer for Remembering

Full moons bring apples fallen from dark trees.

Dark trees leave shadows for the sun to find.

I find small gnomes in tree-hollows, mossy.

Underneath the roots there lives my Mother

filling Herself

with leaves.

She grows upward into birds’ nests woven.

She never sleeps but brings us new surprises:

aurora, snow-scapes, honey bees and stars.

Goddess, allow me to always see your

beauty. Allow me to understand your sounds

of constant

awakening life.

Forgive my broken spirits when I’m blind

to the comfort in your snow blankets. Deep

whiteness echoing greener grass than black

summer nights, forcing stars to fight the street

lamps. Forgive me for doubting your laughter

during melancholy

sleepless nights.