yesterday
in the garage
tidying up
in a foul mood:
throwing stuff about
and banging myself. as i do. when i'm too cross to be in a confined space surrounded by heavy, sharp, rusty stuff. waiting to fall on me.
do you know? i managed to heave a huge amp out the garage on my own: the strength of two, i had yesterday.
i was that cross.
and today?
a calmer karma
surrounds me
[deep breath]
and i have with the very gentlest handling
potted on pots and pots of seedlings
without breaking a single one
















09/04/06 @ 15:57