This felt much like I just did some meditation and it feels good.

I love going out into nature and just sitting there listening to the sounds. I heard them here.

Just me and Mother Nature…and she appreciates the visits.
j.

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Me too, Jacob, but just think of the millions of New Yorkers have no idea…
Vol

‘‘ you surely know the most
important thing you will ever
do is lie down on the grass and
stick your fingers deep in the
dirt from which you are made.’

You’re words are as near my reaon for becoming a garden designer, Vol. Lying on your back amongst buttercups and daisies knowing the sky is up ‘there’, looking down is – a miracle. Tis believed that time outdoors is one of the greatest healers; we’re taken away from a world that is gradually disappearing! Before it disappears, may I join you, sir!

ANYTHING Virginia Woolfe has written is more than fine with me, Vol. Her range and sense of emotion is second to none in my book (arghh – not meant as a witticism!) Strange tho’, have been called similar cos in the Summer and wandering my garden need wear a widebrimmed HAT cos of my fair skin, plus I shove bits and pieces into the TRUG I’m carrying. Either that – but far less ‘romantic’, am pushing a wheelbarrow about! Yes, ejg also putters!

Joy,
My mind’s eye thinks your wheelbarrow is sexy, Nd working in your garden with you there is a work of art…
Vol

How very kind.. have never thought of my wheelbarrow like that – laughing! There IS something natural and bare of artifice in gardening. Can spend hours outdoors, keeping my garden as natural as possible. Not a gardener for self or anyone else in making it out of excess wooden this and that or layers of brick all over the place! A little persuasion can work on people, some of the time. But would rather lose a job than polish and vacuum the all about!

Depending on your place in this space we call ‘home’, am always looking for a helping hand or few!

I feel that you pulled a lot of Greek mythology inspiration here? I could be wrong. I like the piece

I think many of us feel like machines. We work 9-5 jobs…like factory work, restaurant work…I did both.
Watched the clock…tried to have fun, but machines don’t laugh or cry.
This poem has a sense of rhythm that matches that routine…and the rhyme scheme is subtle but smart.

Really enjoyed and felt this read….related from my days before I got lucky and found teaching.
j.