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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Tuesday, May 26, 2009


i am laying down, air and a thin layer of plastic separates me from the wet ground. i can not sleep tonight, that is nothing new except for i am cold. i look at the dogs covered in fur and he next to me that snores, he is not cold. i pull the zipper of my sleeping bag but i have long ago reached the end. i move around and even stretch, i am still cold. i begin to wish the morning would come but in the same thought i think how if it does he will be gone so i stop wishing. for i have learned that with every wish come true another unforeseen thing is taken away. i am not to be trusted in these matters anymore, so i stop wishing. curled up now in the fetal position i do the only thing i know how, go to that place in my mind. i am warm there in fact i am on my knees, my hands and fingernails full of dirt. the garden looks good, it should i have gone there many times. a voice a sweet voice calls out to me "maman can i help you" smiling now i will no longer wish or think of wishing for morning
i like it here....

1 comment:

in another lifetime said...

This is a perfect example of how we can be there for ourselves. I heard something somewhere about how we can create a garden in our own soul that we can nurture and tend to.