from the brown, leather-bound journal
where the poems are
18 july
2004
Watching
a lightening storm
San Juan River at
Navajo Dam, hurried
to put up the tent
and tarp
after trekking all day
around Mesa Verde
sage brush
mountain mahogany
morman tea
pinon
to learn of a
new plant, I
glowed & he,
he who is loyal,
is protector
shined at my delight
~
I started part two of my book today, which came from the same day in 2004, out of the other journal the one that held my downloads, and most private thoughts of all.
"It is play, not properness, that is the central artery, the core, the brain stem of creative life. The impulse to play is an instinct..."~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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