to each other--really talking. Slowly ("mumbling") at first. But then like a downpour. And we're no longer wrapped up in our ideas about how things are, or should be. We're actually being with each other, paying attention right now. Which feels like a basic and wonderful ignorance--dropping our ideas about things, just being there with each other.[by Lisel Mueller]
A Prayer for Rain
from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: Prayer for Rain a love sonnet, in a way
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