The fog blew in during the night.  A wrap that says rest in one spot, no need to move, and yet, I want coffee and breakfast and a clean tablecloth.  I light a candle and warm in the flame, even as movement is slow, enclosed in this new day.

I’m dealing with aches and pains, unusual for me, and yet, I have exciting plans. Yesterday I ordered redwood bark that will be delivered today.  I plan to spread bark over the area I’ve been weeding to give the soil a rest.

Maybe I want that for myself: resting the soil beneath the breath as I move gently into a new day.  

One trunk rising as two

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