Sundown and trail's end….

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As the sun sets on August
I feel wrapped in wonder and grateful relief
for the cool change that’s come.

It scared the bejeebers out of me,  the path I chose,
to dive into the why of my fatigue
and come back here each day to tell about it.
Just the idea of saying I’d show up here daily
and then go to work serving up a fresh scoop of my heart
in print,  where anyone could read it,  felt like jumping on a fast train
barreling away from the rest I ached for.

I had to shimmy past some panic each day,
to work and tug and sometimes wrestle the words out
but they came,  just the same,  and I found the something
I didn’t know I was looking for.
So grateful,  that.

It humbles me that another soul would take the time to come around
and read the things that I write down
and share the bounty of their heart with me.
I feel richer,  so much richer,  for that.

And,  hey,  if you’ll leave me a comment here,  or in yesterday’s post,
and let me know you’d let me gift you a bit of art I made as I was processing the month,
just some treasures from the trail,  I’d love to send you some love.

“Such love does the sky now pour
that whenever I stand in a field
I have to wring out the light when I get home.”
-St. Francis of Assisi

Thank you again for being a part.
(I’ll be back in a week)

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Sundown and trail’s end….

DSC06655editededited

As the sun sets on August
I feel wrapped in wonder and grateful relief
for the cool change that’s come.

It scared the bejeebers out of me,  the path I chose,
to dive into the why of my fatigue
and come back here each day to tell about it.
Just the idea of saying I’d show up here daily
and then go to work serving up a fresh scoop of my heart
in print,  where anyone could read it,  felt like jumping on a fast train
barreling away from the rest I ached for.

I had to shimmy past some panic each day,
to work and tug and sometimes wrestle the words out
but they came,  just the same,  and I found the something
I didn’t know I was looking for.
So grateful,  that.

It humbles me that another soul would take the time to come around
and read the things that I write down
and share the bounty of their heart with me.
I feel richer,  so much richer,  for that.

And,  hey,  if you’ll leave me a comment here,  or in yesterday’s post,
and let me know you’d let me gift you a bit of art I made as I was processing the month,
just some treasures from the trail,  I’d love to send you some love.

“Such love does the sky now pour
that whenever I stand in a field
I have to wring out the light when I get home.”
-St. Francis of Assisi

Thank you again for being a part.
(I’ll be back in a week)

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