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Rad!

I open my eyes, my head still on the pillow. Jeb’s already awake, standing next to me, his face near mine.

“You should already be up doing your writing.”

He’s right.

I took the liberty of a Sunday morning and slept in til 7.

With over 300 posts to the Archives, there’s proof that some kind of engrained habit has been established. WordPress encourages my expression at every publishing click, with catchy phrases like “Dynamite!” or “Dope!”

This morning it’s not just auto-generated dialogue from WordPress.

Apparently my son thinks I’m a writer, too.

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Fire and Water

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

plum tea
freshly brewed coffee
and the last of the Beltane honey

swirling in the morning
I try holding
elusive steam
in sunlight

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Weaving the Blanket

At 5:52am there’s no time
to tell you
about the love lessons

now
is only a swirl of symbols
colliding and collecting
threads I’m still following

a basket full of pictures
of a hugging saint.
extraterrestrials and angels,
an oh-so-earthly
sculpted bicep
tattooed with a single rose.

I am touched
despite the plan.

My throat opens to hum
“How Come You Never Go There?”
how come I think I can
then can’t?
the insistent
persistence
to try.

heart-blossoming oils
rubbed into rough heels
shooting stars
– we both saw it –
pumpkin soup
1am

pages of words
not for here

these threads could be woven
to cover you
in a blanket of love
a most epic poem
crafted
to wrap you
in what’s real

if I could weave these symbols
masterfully
you’d know
by feeling
that haven
of your heart
your home

beaming and brimming
with joy
of remembering
what’s true
in you
and together
in that moment
writer and reader
we would be in love

where the saints say
we always are
we’ve just forgotten

so as I try to recall
and live
the vibrant
beating
pumping heart
of wild openness
and infinite curiosity
loving loving loving

don’t stop

I will keep practicing my craft
of weaving threads
someday
hoping
to touch that time
when I can truly tell you

courtesy of ingermaaike2