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Yesterday, it hit 70 in Portland.  The garden is ablaze in green and tulip red.  And I decided to be fanciful in going to a friend’s for Seder dinner.  I think I match the plum tree behind me. And the shoes match the dress. Next time, something a bit more serious.

Spring dress 2


Oh and a bit of poetry if I may, halfway through National Poetry Writing Month (http://www.napowrimo.net/)

April 13   the time being searches for home

for the time being
who runs on air
every moment is now.

travel is time
moving forward in space
being in now
being in time.

for the time being
sitting, here
for the present

the gift of meaning multiplies
in the duplicity of the moment


time being
take time, being
take time