Wednesday, February 4, 2009

toasty warm

Today it is toasty
happy
soupy and wild
I am not feeling so whirled around
almost myself again
almost recharged
almost
I feel it, the next big push of good
the next wave of fun
the next period of less struggle
the spring time


this wild combination of ease and toil is getting more clearly defined
and now I must go read an enchanted tale to my little flower whose petals are bright again who is recharged herself
who is singing her song and needing her Mom
what greater purpose is there
really?

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