Early Autumn
The Taste of Autumn
Leaves chatter beneath
my pillowey brown boot
Lemon Meringue
Key Lime
Cherry
Orange Marmalade
Dessert for the cloudy asphalt,
a gift from heaven.
Hungry tar and lonely grass
sing praises to their god.
Free-write. October 2, 2008. How are you feeling right now? What did this class bring up for you today?
How do I expose myself? I am so open. I love to talk about my feelings. I could talk about myself, or you, forever. I want to open up. I am the Grand Canyon. What does my river say? Vulnerable, I need to get vulnerable now! I try. I write often. Bobby says there are feelings I hide. Times he is not sure what I'm thinking/feeling. Which is ironic because I always want to share what I'm thinking/feeling. There's a blind spot. In this class I am driving a car. I'm looking back so I can change lanes and move forward, but there's a blind spot in my mirror. How do I see what I'm missing? My sunglasses are on my head but I can not find them.