mindful writing, February 9th sanity walk

the way sumac seeds collect in yesterday’s footprints

the way the pines stand, two by two

and the way their branches tangle

the way the snow falls on my face, and fogs the field into soft edges

the way I forget to look up, as I watch my feet for snow hidden stumblings

the way I turn at the end to walk it again, more slowly, taking time to look up


may we be well

may we notice beauty

may we be easy and open and soft

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