Hello Thunder, My Old Friend

Imbolc                                 Waning Wild Moon While eating breakfast this morning a loud noise, like a souped up street cleaner, disturbed my cereal.  I asked Kate what it was.  She thought it was a souped up street cleaner, or some other machine outside.  I got up to look.  It was rain.  Pouring rain, buckets, pummeling the roof.  […]

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Writing Makes Its Own Space

66  bar steady 29.79  3mph NNW dew-point 63  Summer night, rainy day Full Thunder Moon We had rain and storm, tornado warning and tornado watch.  A full thunder moon day.  The rain poured down, drenching the lily blooms, forming small rivers on the wide leaves of the acorn squash.  While I read the first chapter […]

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