Monthly Archives: June 2012

Grace

Caterpillars eat the leaves of my passion flower vine. Food for thought. For this daily bread, I give thanks.                                                                                  (I am so full I may pop.)  

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You can loose your tail, but not your head.   One will grow back, the other – you’re dead.   I am grateful for small lizards who re:MIND  me, continuously.

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See: Horses & ponies

I am grateful for seahorses and sea ponies. What you don’t see ponies?    ……..just a little horse?         Take some vinegar and honey and call me love.           I  give thanks for … Continue reading

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who nose?

I do not know, do you? I’ll ask the cat, how ’bout that? I give thanks for noses, and knowing: feline and mine.

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Claws

a pause for claws……               I am grateful for claws that retract.           and those that don’t.

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Dragons or Fairies

Dragons or fairies, both fly to my rescue, again and again.           Myth you say, oh fly away, I was here before you.

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Bear with me

Bear with me, please – I am no teddy, or plush panda – are you ready? I can bare my heart as easily as teeth are bared, and I am grateful for growls,   But I would rather sit here. In … Continue reading

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Grandmother Sponge

Cradled in a bath of eternity, Born in a sea of ancient DNA, I am grateful for the life that flows thru me. http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2002/04/0401_0401_shapeoflife1.html

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ouch!

  Why are there mosquitoes?       Some days it’s hard to find the blessing in the action.     I am grateful that there is still mystery.

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small balls of soot

I am grateful for small balls of soot, abused, neglected or abandoned,           who run away from the gates of hell, into the arms of love.

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