dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

over

Today I finished that editing job. I'm glad it's over and done with, though I did enjoy it. I got a promise today from the friend who wrote the book that I would see him again before he leaves for a ranger job.

This morning I pulled weeds for only an hour but was exhausted by it--low energy day. We were taking care of the Shiva mound, a place we love. It smells of garlic, from some garlic / onion plants that grow there, and the sound is of roosters crowing and a dog that likes to bark on the other side of the berm. Mosquitoes bit my forehead and elbows. My friend and I talked in our quiet way as we weeded.

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