Skip, dip along the path a song of life. Up and down, around the bend and even on my knees. Sometimes crawling. Sometimes face-down bawling. Waiting. The next wave of energy and inspiration and even just appreciation for being alive, in skin, in action, in preparation for the next great shift. Sentences, like life, frame their meaning with less structure and more flow. Punctuated where the feltness peaks and. Then moving along a song, richer for the crawling, begging soil for zinnias’ bloom and rosemary’s remedy…soul profusion singing life.
8 thoughts on “Begging Soil”
I dig this.
no pun intended.
I dig that you dig this with no intended pun. 😉 You’ll be hearing from me soon. This weekend took me by surprise. But I’m not complaining. 🙂
glad to see u back in blogging!
Thank you…it’s great to be graced by your presence here!
Glad to see you at my place. Hope things are coming together for you. Keep tillin’ the soil. Bliss blossoms in your garden. 🙂
Glad to be there…and here. Things are coming together, thank you. And you got it, tilling… And richer for your presence. Big hugs to you…
Planting our own growth – heavy labor. 😉
It certainly can be! 🙂