

Distracting myself 1
It is a bright beautiful day after 3 solid days of rain. I sit on the roof of my truck with nothing to do but wait for my husband to return with his team from scouting a waterfall. Lunch is bubbling away on the fire, bread is freshly baked, made more exciting by sprigs of rosemary and sliced olives tucked into its warm creases. I have a choice. What to do with my time - beautify myself on the outside or beautify myself on the inside. I reach for the mirror, the tweezers, cott


I wonder
I wonder if the sun debates dawn some mornings, Not wanting to rise out of bed from under the down-feather horizon, If the sky grows tired of being everywhere at once, Adapting to the mood swings of the weather, If clouds drift off trying to hold themselves together make deals with gravity, To loiter a little longer I wonder if rain is scared of falling, If it has trouble letting go, If snowflakes get sick of being perfect all the time, Each one trying to be one-of-a-kind I w