I spoon black-eyed peas of the new year into Sophie's mouth outside under the sun, and while she is perhaps too old, too big for spooning, the yin/yang curve of the bean allows me to hear a leaf drop next to her.
Oh how I wish I had your poetic view of life. I was placing one kidney bean at a time in The Baby's mouth yesterday who kept signing "more more." All I could think about was, "boy, are you gonna be farting in the morning."
May each moment be this precious, today, and every day.
ReplyDeletei am loving each round stone you cast from your open hand, your buoyant heart, your sage coloured soul.
ReplyDeletei am loving each round stone you cast from your open hand, your buoyant heart, your sage coloured soul.
ReplyDeleteMe, too. Loving these small, smooth stones of writing from you. x0 N2
ReplyDeleteYep, me too, Elizabeth. How brave to strive for such perfection each day. So far, so good.
ReplyDeleteI am really liking this, Elizabeth. I want to do it, too. But not in my blog, in a notebook. Thank you for the inspiration.
ReplyDeleteLOVE it! Thanks for the inspiration as always. I hope your black eyed peas bring lots of luck to you this year!
ReplyDeleteAn auspicious allowance me thinks.
ReplyDeleteYou have an uncanny ability to both frighten and inspire me. :P
ReplyDeletePoetry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love these small stones.
ReplyDeleteOh how I wish I had your poetic view of life. I was placing one kidney bean at a time in The Baby's mouth yesterday who kept signing "more more." All I could think about was, "boy, are you gonna be farting in the morning."
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