Today sunlight in the garden beckons with flowers, buds, bees, and scent.  I’m emptied and filled with Source.  

Marianne Moore said poems are like imaginary gardens with real toads in them.  

Today I’m with a real garden, and imagination supplies the toads.

I’ll watch the debate tonight and along with Garrison Keillor contemplate who can take the oars and steer us over the falls.

Check out http://www.garrisonkeillor.com.

Egret fishing in the marsh

The marsh filters land and sea

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