My Neighborhood

A MOMENT BETWEEN RAINS

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Mud squishes,

Threads curly-Q ribbons ‘tween and above toes.

Feet rejoice in earth,

Assure my psyche of roots in eternal soil.

Ears drink bird-cries of joy.

Eyes chew on nature’s early fall blush below threatening skies.

Distance passes beneath churning legs,

Lungs fueled by moist healing air.

I pull my heel out of an unseen crawdad den

And say a silent apology to its unsuspecting resident.

Reluctantly,

I head for home,

Back to today.

But better than I was…

Renewed of spirit, energy, creativity.

Gratitude abounds…

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In a moment between rains.

– debi

My Neighborhood (Part 2)

We all help each other.  It’s a great network; no one mandates it; no one collects dues.  We do it because we care about each other, and we know and trust each other; know we can count on each other in times of need (and especially in fun times).

One morning, Loud Debbie (I’m Quiet Debi) mowed five yards ’cause she was pissed at someone or something – none of us remember why now.  Oh yeah, and she had a cast on a broken foot – she’d fallen off a curb trying to rescue a crippled bird.  (She didn’t mow my yard since I had mowed it the evening before – darnit). Continue reading