January 18, 2019. Winter weather changes certain habits – like wandering about in the yard looking at the day’s blooms and potential blooms while Labrador Buttercup tends to her morning business. A heater on the enclosed back porch (our seasonal greenhouse) tempts and I navigate toward the rocking chair near by, leaving the porch door cracked for dog’s return.
Often porch time becomes reflective, more so these past few days as I’ve begun reading Alan Watts.
Nice. A moment can be eternity, given the opportunity.
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Ken, thanks. There’s ample food for thought to keep me contemplating for “eternity” (if all the other demands would fade away …)
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What a lovely respite from “responsibilities”. Feel as if I’m sitting right there with you – the warmth from the heater with chill at the edges.
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VJ, thanks – “chill at the edges” is a perfect description.
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Your poem describes a morning I long for (and often orchestrate!). It is so calm and pensive and image-provoking. I absolutely love this, Jazz. You made my evening.
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What great feedback – thank you, LuAnne!
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Jashan Kaur.
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