Life’s Grip

Life’s Grip
The nagging scent of rotting flesh

Stays with me.

I can’t wash it away with the days 

Trials and stressors.

It Spills over into my restful moments,

Creeps into my everyday thoughts,

Disturbs my peaceful dreams, 

It echoes into my memories,

Like a chemical spill in my brain,

Washing it with dread,

It soaks in the stench of death.

Only the kind release of life’s grip, 

will take it away. 
DM

This is happy by Camilla Gibb

So I read this memoir this morning in its entirety.  It caught me on page one and I’m still thinking about it.  The bravery of writing your own truth.  It’s amazing to me.  There’s poetry in the words and real life on the page.  I had to keep checking if it was a true memoir.  Sometimes your life on paper doesn’t seem real or that people can survive hardship as they do.  She’s my next favorite Canadian novelist.  

Thankful

So I was so out of sorts today, I felt no purpose since I took the day off and my other plans were postponed.  I should be thankful that I had friends to hang with and there’s great things happening in my area.  

The wonderful Box of Delights bookstore had these gems to spur my imagination.

Perfect food…

CSA at its finest
Beautiful eggs from Taproot farms
Rythym Parade

It’s Deep Roots weekend in the valley!!🎶😎