Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow

Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)

Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)

Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)

Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)

Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Normally I don’t reshare or reblog but I felt compelled to share this poetry slam from five years ago by Neil Hilborn. Listen, this is a real thing. You can’t just say, “move on” or “stop overthinking this”. That’s just not a viable reality for all of us. But maybe we’re still trying…
Please take three minutes and watch this.
Pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
One minute. Just one minute of a gentle spring rain. Spring birds calling. I think you can hear the neighbor’s goats a couple times. You can’t see it yet, but fresh green growing things are coming up under last year’s grass. Although I will miss the snow while it’s gone, the rain more than makes up for the loss. Plus, the nearly 18 hours of daylight help too… Peace seeps in to my soul. This is why I live here. Peace. Quiet. Calm. This is my home. My land. My happy place. What brings you peace and happiness today?
PS: watch with the sound on. The video isn’t special. It’s the sound that is. ~tara
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