Make no Mush-stake

The sun tilts and gently leans into eternity, as i listen to the moment, like a starling, whizz by. A shovel is gold in this treacherous passageway, through mountains, valleys – the mind’s crystalized challenges. I am tarzan, I am simple priestess, wondrous form of the human whirlwind, conscious and crazy, caring and callous, quick and lazy in the grandest scheme of all schemes.

So here is this little stretch of time, the after dog walk or maybe i should say dog stand, then walk, then sniff, then walk etc.. slow and tedious – so slow that i have taken to reading while waiting for the next stretch forward of my k-9 companion’s paw into the future. I’m currently reading Jarod Diamond’s “Guns, Germs and Steel”

BEFORE

Before shoveling there was mush, hilly mounds and/or a little pond to wade through.

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Here I’m widening the passage I made.

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AFTER- this pathway I made, I widened even further. Mush and puddle free passage.

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About blossomfire

I've walked this life path with sweet thoughts and burning wishes, a sound sense of purpose and an urgent need to express. Shy at first, I've overcome oceans of self doubt and self consciousness to seek an audience, ears like blossoms bending to the wondering wind. I am simple now. I am simple as a way to reach out. Worlds, galaxies, pivotal people, mushrooms, spiraling whilrlpools, i'm textured and wired for communication. Simply wired for fundamental transformation. A vision. A quest. A manifestation of divine Life, Light and Love. My name means Grace. A free gift, a talent, a value from the ultimate word maker, the Infinite Mind of the Infinite One. My mind to yours. Tree to limb, leaf to belief, falling and rising and knowing at the same time. Im Nancy (Grace) and grateful to know you.
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