where the road runs out the depth of choosing begins where you draw the map minute to minute, paths minute as the moon, seismic as the sandy scent of lupine washing your dry summer feet
I woke up with that phrase “the depth of choosing” resonating in my mind. This is one of my sparklets from The Florilegia Project, and also the name of that project’s last found poem. It comes from Mia Birdsong’s thoughtful and challenging book about community, How We Show Up.
Tara K. Shepersky 
Thank you for sharing your sensitivity with us. We need more of this gift in our pandemic crisis. It keeps us mindful of ongoing experience, reminds us of our common humanity, inspires us to be kind. Ginger
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That’s so lovely to hear. Thank you. <3
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Wonderful, as ever.
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Thank you, Chris. :)
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