caught up
in the spell of moments
sunrise
is an incantation
of morning
a ritual turning of earth
we forget
the swell of time
that perfect or imperfect wave
we have no choice
but to catch or roll under
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
on the move and doing is better than doing nothing and standing still, amen, unless there is a storm outside the door, amen
If there is a storm, I’d rather be inside watching it too 😉
That got to me in more ways than one – thank you Susan.
Jules, thank you!
Good to see you are steadily on the move.
Love “sunrise is an incantation”!
Thank you. When I was little, I used to think the birds sang the sun up 😉
On Thu, Mar 27, 2014 at 3:01 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Oh that’s wonderful!!
I really like the surfing metaphor here. The waves come. They don’t ask first. 🙂
Nope. They just keep rolling. Our choice to catch them or get sucked under.
Nearly got sucked under his week. Just made it back up again. Yup. They don’t ask.
So glad to see you on the other side of anesthesia. How are you feeling?
On Sat, Mar 29, 2014 at 12:03 AM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Two rounds of general anesthesia in 24 hours. I’m home. My upstairs bathroom will help ensure my speedy recovery. 😉 Thanks for asking, my friend.
So glad you are home. Take it easy!
On Sat, Mar 29, 2014 at 10:21 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Nothing else to do but take it easy. My husband is chopping onions for red sauce. I didn’t remember he could cook. Good side-effects, eh? 😉
YES!!!
Double YES!!!!