routine, ritual and rest
sometimes, when I have a day off, a day of rest, a day like today, I miss being out at sunrise, huffing and puffing and watching the clouds and rays over the cascades.
maybe tomorrow.
posted by Stine @ 7:04 AM
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1 Comments:
even after knowing you for such a short (relatively) amount of time, I sense this a rare moment in the world o stine...a rare moment indeed. until recently. until now. yearning for the movement, called to it, and answering without hesitation. Except to rest. But to dream.
love
it
the bitterroots bid you hello--
(and so do i)
m.
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