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Oct 29·edited Oct 29Liked by Maggie Smith

So happy to see this in my box this morning! Thanks for the prompt! I took a stab!

Did you see

The moon the last night?

A glowing sliver.

When you were all little

We would go outside barefoot

You can smell the fresh grass

Little fingers pointing up

In celestial awe

You are all grown now

In your own spaces

Busy with this and that

Don’t forget:

It’s in the noticing

You will find your breath

Your way home

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So glad it helped crack something open! 💗

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I needed that "beauty emergency" of a sky today. How amazing.

Thanks for this post and for continuing to help us think about craft.

Beautiful poem for your almost 16 year old.

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When I write about the place I live in, especially where I walk and hike and picnic, it can be hard to write it as new and fresh because it is so generically beautiful, like a National Geographic spread. You inspire me to look around me from a different perspective, perhaps try and find better metaphors or perspectives.

Also my babies are 22 and 26. What the heck??

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