I spent the last hour trying to upload photographs to make a poster collage of mullein for my herbal class final project. What a headache websites can be sometimes. I’d rather not be on the computer late at night, but it seems to be the only time I have to myself to write. Early mornings never seem to work because somehow the kids just know I’m awake and they wake up, too.
Because I’m always full of random thoughts and random poems–here’s the last stanza of Pablo Neruda’s poem October Fullness:
It pleased me to grow with the morning,
to bathe in the sun, in the great joy
of sun, salt, sea-light and wave,
and in that unwinding of the foam
my heart began to move,
growing in that essential spasm,
and dying away as it seeped into the sand.