25 Thursday Feb 2016
Posted in Art, Bite-sized sampler, Love, Meditation, Memory, Muse, My window at night, Yoga
Tags
all the books we read together
you over my shoulder, I over yours
in the stumbles over words,
unwieldy sentences, empty space
before thoughts slowly form
when we wander without aim
you hold your breath, allowing
chaos to braid into sense
and unravel yet again
Daily Discussions of craft and the writing life
Cultivating compassion for all creatures great and small
Advancing the science of gardening and other stuff since 2009
At the Intersection of Art and Spirituality
Observe. Tend. Awaken.
Observe. Tend. Awaken.
The biography of a tiny forest
Starting a new job in Chicago
Advancing Analytics in Children's Hospitals
A helpful guide through analytics and data for health care
Where there’s Poverty, Passing … and Poetry, there be Truth
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
Word-Experimentalist
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Garden Design, Gardening and Interior Decorating information, how-to, and ideas
Public Health Matters
Poems from in between 
These two-line stanzas give such a wonderful feeling of space and breathing. I love “chaos to braid into sense” and that dangling last line.
LikeLike
Thanks so much. Wanted that sense of space and uncertainty. Hope to catch up this weekend!
Sent from my iPhone
>
LikeLike