My Golden Goose Pond — Part Two
As a small pond grew and changed, so did I. PART TWO: Year of refuge.
As a small pond grew and changed, so did I. PART TWO: Year of refuge.
“Sometimes escape can be an art, or a selfishness, or just a gift you need to give yourself.” — Stephen Dunn, from his poem, “Mercy”
Listen to the sky where the world offers itself to your imagination.
Sometimes healing means returning to the same place and listening.
What was that thing in the middle of the field? A dead animal? A blanket? Worse, a baby wrapped in a blanket?
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