hello friday

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before this early moment,
another, ripe with rain,
the scent of its own full shape.

each day the rooster
we have never seen
raises the first greeting
and darkness which holds us
in its loose pocket all night
sets us down.

now we walk,
waking up rooms,
switching on lights.
Into the breath,
wordless but ripe
with all possible words,
messages not yet gathered
or sent.

morning looms,
more friend than
the best friend.

we could still say.

– naomi shihab nye, “words when we need them”
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happy weekend.

last night i had the honor of hearing guion play with nettles and the hill & the wood at the nightlight.

it was so so fine.

this weekend, will {hopefully} bring rest and productivity!

what are your plans?

{photo from a long walk in darjeeling}


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