Together,
We dance,
On tiny stones
Of starlight.
Our pathway,
Illuminated,
Is between
Darkness and night.
Sweet scents
Softly sing
Of white flowers
Blooming
In dreams.
Each touch
Carries
The grace of
Eternal breath.
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Agawela 21February2020
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Grandmother February 8, 2020 ⓒBearspawprint2020
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Deceptively soft,
Warming breezes contrast with
Winter’s shadowed cold.
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Bear 06February2020
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Straddling fault lines,
We dance above the abyss.
There is no safety.
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Bear 30January2020
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Shall we all
One day be
Chernobyl Wolves
Running wild
Free
In a verdant
Wasteland of
Mutated glory
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Agawela … 5January2020
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Winter rain falling,
Heavy, on the metal roof,
Brings back memories.
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Bear … 4January2020
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The Shut Door – non fiction
Not so long ago, late October of 2015, in an extremity of exhaustion, … physical and emotional, my little car’s gas gauge even said empty, I went to a close relative’s home to ask to rest there for the night. Before I could ask for help, I was harshly turned away. My loved ones answered the door and yelled at me “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? ARE YOU CRAZY???!!!” This was at 8:00 PM.
I sat for a while, looking at the locked house, trying to collect my destroyed self back into my exhausted body from where I had shattered in a silent explosion of despair and grief. I didn’t understand what had happened.
It is true I did not follow proper social protocol and telephone several days ahead to ask if it was OK for me to stop by at a particular time on a prearranged evening. However, the circumstances, that brought me there, had made that courtesy completely impossible. But they didn’t know that. I took some time trying to figure out what had triggered such an extreme negative reaction to my own terrible need, and my joyous happiness, at seeing family after a prolonged (and for me, terribly trying) absence.
I had some water, which I drank. The purity of the mountain well water restored me physically. I am grateful. The personal heartbreak of the shut door has never left me.
My gas tank was empty, but I still had enough money for fuel, so I went to get it, before I continued my journey.
I stopped at a convenience store with poor exterior lighting and the parking lot was surrounded by heavy shrubbery. The clerk was a woman working alone in a “convenience” store. She asked me to stay with her a while, as it was night, well after dark, and she was alone and afraid of some persons hanging around at the edge of the parking lot. I also had noticed them while gassing up.
After the persons had gone. I stayed with her until she expressed relief, and acted, with her body language, as if she felt strong and safe again. She had also made arrangements for some nearby friends to phone her regularly.
Was this event the REAL reason that I was turned away?
Bear — 31December2019
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