Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds
sweeping out to sea. Let me begin
this time knowing the world…
is grinding and sighing all night,
and dawn comes slowly…
— Philip Levine, from “Let Me Begin Again,” 7 Years from Somewhere: Poems
Source: Mennyfox55
Easing into a new week with a sigh. Thanks for the boost, pal…
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Yes. Exactly Lori. Have a good week.
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You too, pal…
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Oh brother you really NEED your morning coffee, I gather 😉
Have a great week – we already are past midday here.
(She’s writing this having just had her 2nd espresso – I so feel you!)
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Laughing. Good morning Kiki.
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Off to the races.
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And a good morning to you, David. Have a most excellent week!
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Thanks Dale. You too!
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
“Let Me Begin Again’ … this is another week!!
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ease in –
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That would be a challenge to comb out. But looking at it metaphorically, inside her head she must be a wild one.
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As always. You never disappoint with your astute observations.
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Dawn does come slowly! And the days fly by. It’s s gift to begin again everyday 🌅
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Yes!
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Love the photo. Lyrics that come to mind are : “Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I cant let you slide through my hands Wild horses couldn’t drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away” https://youtu.be/UFLJFl7ws_0 Wild Horses, Rolling Stones. ///
and “She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire….”
Wildfire, Michael Murphy (this video’s images are amazingly gorgeous)
///The words “Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds sweeping out to sea” great phrase. All most exclusively our wind comes straight off the sea, westward flowing…so if you were out on a boat you could be a speck of that dust though you’d be shoreline bound. We do deal with wind from the south when it is hot, wind from the north when it is cold and when the weather pattern spins we might get a push from the southeast..the wind can bring such welcomed fragrance and relief from heat.
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Love the Wildfire tune!
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I love Wildfire, too! Do you like the Rolling Stones, too that is linked?
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Yes. Not fanatical about Stones. But like them.
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