Worries Late groggy after two hours sleep words tug me from bed Write write now but what and how? Pressing concerns burgeoning war, daffodils—six weeks This year, just three 20 degrees above average the burning months close in worries, mortared block weight
Up at 4:30AM EDT in North Carolina after tossing and turning, reading, warm milk, no sleep, worries, distress, anger and I read your poem. I am in good company. Mr. Rogers said "Look for the helpers." I think, "Look for my allies". Grateful.
Up at 4:30AM EDT in North Carolina after tossing and turning, reading, warm milk, no sleep, worries, distress, anger and I read your poem. I am in good company. Mr. Rogers said "Look for the helpers." I think, "Look for my allies". Grateful.
I am missing you two so much! Thanks again for visiting.
Yes! I miss you both also. We had some friends over for lunch and had a smorgasbord, inspired by our lunches with you.
You sure have night time experiences that I and I know many others share. Praise be for giving it words, no matter the struggle to do so!
Thanks, Julie. It's hard to write about anything else right now. This is not my normal fodder, as you may know.
Even my watch knows - not enough restful sleep, low training readiness, take a break. None of us are “trained” and ready for this!
None of us!!
Yes. What and how...indeed. Some days wonder flows like grace. Not all. Some are mortared blocks.