So many of you write me these small notes.
Telling me what you think. What you like. What kinds of things move you . How
you feel brought along, on these many quiet walks and thoughts .
Funny thing is, over time I find that while out there, I'm just right there.
But later when I write and think the day or the
walk or other things over , I've slowly come to write as if I'm speaking with
you who write me notes.
Which grows into this long distance lag-time conversation, as if we were all having tea or planting a garden, or cleaning a yard or rebuilding someone's subfloor; bumping into each other. Asking after your cat or your neighbor or your health or your Maple or your furnace.
A long continuing conversation that slowly includes more and more lives.
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