The Day I Die

This is not the solemn low drone of letdown, with an honest knowing that life is as it should be. Rather this grief is the long traverse of deep sorrow into a valley, with stumbles over rocks and potential drops that leave you marred for life. It is a graceless fall, crashing along the way, to the bottom of it all.

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Making Way for New Blooms

All week I have wanted to be out in the backyard having coffee with the roses. I’ve been waiting for the blooms to pop and brighten my day. It just took some effort to help the blooms come along. It also reminded me that the garden is here to, wanting to be with me, even as I try to give it a rest and just let it be.

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