The hot bread I made dropped with apricot marmalade as I dreampt about my upcoming travels.
As I heaved the hoe into the ground I felt the wood beneath my fingers callus. The morning was hot but not too hot. I had begun work early. As I had learned from previous hoeing experience that the sooner in the day you start the cooler and you’ll be.This morning I was hoeing upContinue reading “Goals–Putting in your Time”
This evening I decided to bake a yeast bread.
I watched as small bubbles rose and popped on top of the blue swirled pancakes. The heat had been rising in my kitchen since I began cooking breakfast an hour ago. I think there’s something to be said for Saturday morning breakfasts. Especially when it involves coffee and blueberry pancakes. Blueberry pancakes and sunny mornings.Continue reading “Blueberry Pancakes and Historical Justice”
A decision pressed closely against the glass Reverberates a prism of thought Of connection. Of dissonance. A decision of solitude. A decision of birth or denial. A decision pressed closely against the glass Strains its ugly ear to find you. Strains into your deepest thoughts. Listening, pressing close. Making a crowd or closing in solitude.Continue reading “The Pressing Solitude of Decisions”