weeds where are my chrysanthemums? their curved fingers gently holding the jaspar engraved with names of love, trust, and compassion. where are they? i call out like mother gaia searching for her lost children overturning stone after stone of anger, fear, and compulsion. where are they? have the weeds swallowed you up like a crocodile meeting a chihauhau? where are they? where are they? where are you? ~Terri Stewart, Dec. 2010
today today’s journey should begin with a rushandflurryand hecticmovement but i refuse. the crazed mob of achievement will not hold me today. i will instead, hold the newly born thought of peace on earth, and all the crickets too. what? you say that isn’t new? well, it should be. ~(c) Terri Stewart, December 2010 Random thought for the day: Isn't it odd how refuse (say no) and refuse (trash) are the same word? I feel something fun coming from that.