god of dirt

Yesterday evening, Leo came outside with a BIG smile on his face pointing in pantomime at the phone in his hand. It was "the job" calling to set up an interview. Next Tuesday at 2:30pm. It's down to me and a few others. Blessings to this process. For all of us involved, and for the perfect unfolding. I will shine my light on Tuesday and see what happens.

As I was digging in the dirt yesterday Shadow was so tangible to me. Still is. So tangible that I can....

hear him

touch and feel him

smell his smell...like bread, like home

I take it as a gift. He is close. Reminiscing with my senses aligned and attuned. Thankful.

It is a beautiful silent morning. Trees dancing in the early light, it's windy. I'll be out there soon. There is a great big pile of mulch to be spread. Tomorrow I'll be doing census work again so I am going to enjoy this day, this day full of dirt and wind and birds and time to think and remember and Be.

from Mary Oliver's poem One or Two Things:

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The god of dirt

came up to me many times and said

so many wise and delectable things, I lay

on the grass listening

to his dog voice,

crow voice,

frog voice; now,

he said, and now,

and never once mentioned forever,...