bits and pieces

Mid-afternoon, my granddaughter

is down for her nap,

and my sweet wife sleeps with her.

This old house is quiet at last, after

a full day of a three year old at play.

Now, for meditation in the silence,

there is only my breath.

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A sunny winter day, clear but cold and blowing. John Coltrane's A Love Supreme is turned up loud.

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I planted some seeds I found and a …