 NASA image of a Solar Flare @ theregister.co.uk It's interesting how hard work, fresh air, and sweat have a way of really clearing my mind. These days that my husband has been away I've spent working my butt off in our yard. Somehow the Carolina heat and the earth have dislodged a ton of brain clutter, the buckets of sweat washing it away. I'm sore all over, like I've been through some epic ordeal...which makes me laugh as it feels strange to associate such a mundane task with the word "epic", but I remember having a conversation with Mama Schaefer many years ago and she told me that her flower garden was the place where she got right with her mind. As I was pulling some seriously stubborn weeds, I was also de-weeding my thoughts, making room to plant all kinds of new stuff.
Late tonight my honey will return from his trip and he'll come home to a woman who is finally, truly his partner in the yard work adventure. There isn't a single speck of our yard I haven't had my hands on these last few days. While I've washed away all of the physical dirt, the green and earth, leaves and bugs have left a residual mark of pure "life" on my skin. Our sun has left star kisses on my cheeks. And now, more than ever, I understand what it means to be, to feel like an Earth Child. I like it, a LOT!
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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