Dawn is on. I try never
to miss one. I have read and thought and
made a pot of stew for the neighbors and us.
I have art waiting to be worked on and pots just turned in the studio to
be trimmed. All my home is quite as
lovers, sons and lovers and dogs big and small all sleep. It is the Sabbath and all the heavens wait
the waking of humans and the marvel that we all are to them. I remember the artist Andy Goldsworthy once
saying, “I am often shocked that I am alive.”
Alive! What does that mean? I also often wander wondering at being alive
and no more so than on a Sabbath, the first day of seven, and…a dog and my
lover are up. Let the alive games begin.
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| The greatest Alive human I have ever met. |
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