Scenes from a Retreat

kneel.
stretch.
breathe.
cry.
repeat.
the fire
releases
the tears
the wood
keeps held
inside
herself.
kneel.
stretch.
breathe.
cry.
repeat.
the tears
are the only way
she knows
god
is still
here.

Dead tree and sky, on the path to my hermitage.

The tears she holds inside herself.

Dusk outside my west window.

Playful feet, warm sand.

Sunday morning snowstorm.

Thirsty, playful mule deer.
Last evening sunset.
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5 thoughts on “Scenes from a Retreat

  1. What a ridiculous typo I made!
    Obviously “toward” is meant to be towanda … blame the silly keyboard on my iPod?

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