Another busy day has gotten away from me. I have lost steam. Here’s a small thing, another place-holder.
She monitors her monsters
with her motion-sensor heart.
She has started watering her flytraps,
battering the packs of flatterers
for flinging stacks of lies.
She will not grasp or grovel.
Today was Poem in Your Pocket day, a celebration of spoken language. What will the Fool learn about words, about language, about communication?
1. Mama Goose is such a fierce and patience mother.
2. Music chapel this morning. It’s always really good. This morning it was kind of sublime.
3. All those things I see as I drive out in the mornings: baby greens, dogwoods in bloom, the fierce goose, violets.
4. The scent of lily of the valley as I came home this evening.
5. Knowing my limits.
May we walk in Beauty!