The strawberries are teaching me patience this spring, and the art of living in the moment. I pick about a half-pint now every few days, which is usually just enough for one dessert or snack. Then I must wait on the sun and time to ripen more. But we don't get tired of strawberries because we have too much or can have them any time we want. Good life lesson. :)
This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.
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