We won’t take the buckets out of the shower and we won’t go back to a shower every day but what a gift to hear and see moisture falling from the sky.  Our cat Tiger doesn’t understand and keeps asking to go out different doors hoping for a different experience but it’s raining everywhere in his sphere of what’s outside this house.

And I, honoring the shorter days and longer nights,  sink into the place of roots, absorbing and weaving what moves through the soil of my being, the living within and beneath.  

Because of Covid, my driver’s license was renewed automatically, no need to go in for the over seventy test.  I’ve got four more years and the rain pours down and I’m grateful for a roof and a sacred place to be. 

A gift of flowers comes my way –

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