ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
A tree grows in Oregon.
How about a shout out to all those plants growing in solid rock? They grow with such tenacity and flourish without effort. Seeds slipping into cracks. Tender roots squeezing through boulders, concrete, asphalt, sheer cliffs, sidewalks.
A miracle, really.
Lake Norfork, Ar.
Yoda’s summer home, I found. Deep within the remote river swamps of the Apalachicola National Forest, he lives. Magnificent and beautiful, the area called to me, in a dark force sort of way.
Signs warned of alligators and bears. On high alert, I was, watching, mindful ever.
Yoda’s friends, I glimpsed—lizards and swallowtail butterflies. Hidden, alligators and bears stayed away.
Luckily, lost, I didn’t become.
No, Yoda, I never saw with my own eyes, but watched and listened and waited, I did. His presence, I felt.
Okay, end of my Yoda-speak…Continue Reading
It’s been too long since I’ve walked in sand, but I did just that on Monday. And Tuesday. I’m in Florida for three book events (!), and my primary goal (other than the book events) is to accomplish some writing. So far I’ve done a decent job of it. I wrote lots of words for several hours while tropical storm Colin moved over. But then the rain stopped and the air felt fresh and clean and the clouds parted and, well, I headed to the beach.
Turns out, Laguna Beach is a hop, skip, and a jump from my cute little beach house.
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