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the wind
yet remembers
the weight of my willing
another I was
but a girl – only ten
crickets and
tadpoles
blackberry winters
barefoot as
lifetimes
recalled to me then
spirits
carry me
home by the river
out past the waiting
once promised
for us
a truth
undecided
as roads without name
an echo of someone
I used to be –
loved
. . .
tornadoday 
We change all the time. But an ineffable soul or feeling/rhythm remains.
Ah yes, Stephen. Life is the river; our soul, a rock. Truth polished sweetly by the perpetual dance that is living. Thank you hardly seems enough, but thank you, Stephen. ❤
The first stanza ❤️❤️ I love the imagery of “blackberry winters” ☺️
O yes, Jules. Just when we think we can get our sandals out, winter bites our toes! Thank you. Always ❤
Sad in a way. ‘Lifetimes recalled to me then’ – but a life unfinished?
O, Frederick, it wasn’t meant that way (although I can certainly see it now). It was more a reference to past lives, other roads which worked to bring us here – into this bliss – this moment of amazing – exactly where we were meant to be. Pre-destined or free will? Are they not the same – a familiar unfamiliar? Yes! Life is so very sweet! ❤
The words and feel of this take me back to blackberries, briar patches, looking for wild asparagus on a hillside, poking around in the woods for mushrooms….. wonderful memories. Sometimes, when it’s right, I still occasionally poke around in the woods for mushrooms. I let someone else pick the blackberries for me. I just buy them at the farmer’s market.
This has such a soft sense of reminiscence to it, Bobbie. I really loved it…, a lot ! …xo
Me
If they take you back, then surely that is a beautiful spot on your soul, a memory held in place by briar……… xo
Blackberry love ❤ xXx, always
I close my eyes, and there…….the sweet hum of june bugs in the afternoon sweat……….blackberry love, indeed dear Jane. xo
My mind was held lovingly captive by your words…memorized as i felt the life of each memory and thought which poured forth. You always deliver special gems which makes one to read it over and over again! So very delightful!
And regardless the days between, nothing warms me like your kindness, Wendell. Always, you know the spirit that lives within every word.