I dreamed I had wings,
black feathers rising behind me like shadow.
When I opened my eyes,
the lonely earth spread out beneath me;
the old moon was at my back.
1. Crows crossing the moon in the morning
2. Mist rising from the Millstream in the afternoon
5. Three Good Things. I have been carrying some heaviness lately–by my own choice, and with gratitude and great love. So it was nice in the space of this day to have Three Good Things come my way: a student stopped by to tell me that her father, who had been injured fighting a fire a year ago, is back on the job; another student, adopted as a baby from Russia, stopped by to tell me that he finally received his official citizenship; this evening at the library, I ran into a friend I haven’t seen in a long time.
May we walk in Beauty!