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 …
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