Archive for the ‘Elizabeth Able’ Category

Truth rejected is gravity reversed: no cornerstone, no castle

Friday, May 21st, 2010
dried roses

And I Breathe

To guard the castle
I left my treasure
told no one and waited, a secret cornerstone
braced for a long, cold wait before prodigal return

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My dirt is my legacy

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Peaches are as old as China,

reserved for the first emperors

This one will be gone in a day

the pit a prize fit only for compost…

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It’s raining jugs and tractors are falling, sucked into the swamp appearing next door

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

Picnickers look up, shrieking and running,
Children look down, then leap for new puddles,
Jumping like tub-fulls of freewheeling frogs…

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Gardening is the care and feeding of possibilities.

Friday, March 20th, 2009
white double tulip

When I planted those bulbs they looked more like pebbles than flowers, but I knew what I had and what I wanted, and in the damp and dark of October I put them in the ground and gave growth a shot. I love that feeling of doing a good thing and letting it go, trusting that I’ve set it in motion and nature will take its course.

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Peace is not stillness… it is a sense of trust in one’s place in relation to gravity.

Saturday, December 13th, 2008
Peace rainbow

Later on I sat and grinned at my 49 year old ankles, almost crooning at them about their lucky existence in my lucky little world. I didn’t have any more or less than I’d had a few hours earlier, but I did see what I have in a brighter light.

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Hope is the wild ride between peace and fear.

Monday, December 8th, 2008
hope is the wild ride between peace and fear

I paused, enjoying the sound of children’s laughter floating through the trees, and these words came to me: hope is the wild ride between peace and fear.

The sensation was as if an angel had laid a hand on my heart.

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