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Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
The Day of Beauty of the Month of Beauty ... that's what the evening of the 29th through the 30th of April is in the Baha'i calendar. So if today is your birthday, know that you are beautiful. ![]() ** Image ID #1320348 Unavailable ** Jumping from frame to frame at the photograph exhibit Between snow powdered rolls of hay going somewhere preordained I feel enclosed and going someplace I don't want to go. I leap from frame to frame and land below a glow of sunflowers gazing straight though me. I see a path that's blocked; I spin around and jump again and fall on soybean fields: furrowed, cut and baled. I'm fazed by winding ways. Dizzied, dumbed, dismayed I flee once more. The winter wheat now waves. I wail. There is no trail, no clear escape, no designated way to leave. Stay here stay here stay here stay here, the swaying reeds now pray. © Kåre Enga 2008 [165.51] 2008-04-26 Another inspired by the workshop on Saturday, "Writing the River and the Road". ME: Stung by a wasp this evening. Tried to dig around to see if there was a stinger. Finger swelled; now hand is swollen. I can use my middle finger to type though and it isn't so much painful as itchy. I put caladryl lotion on it and soaked hand in cold water. No more packing tonight. No further word either on where I'll be come the end of the week. As I just wrote Bugzy, I'll cope. My sister's husband is ill so she called to say that it would be too stressful for me to visit right now. It would've been nice to do some gardening. ![]() No word on other options. I checked out train and bus prices. The bus has gone up significantly. ![]() Should've put my stuff in storage and gone to a retreat in Rhode Island and figured it all out later. ![]() ![]() Not doing much writing with all the other stuff to attend to. But, there is always next week! Peace. That concludes a 'blue month' of entries. I won't be blogging quite as often this May. I need a break. 4354 |