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Thursday, March 3, 2011

Bones

On a gray afternoon
I see the shape
of the aspen tree
anew. . .






Posted by Barbara Bash at 4:27 PM

4 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 2, 2011 at 11:21 AM

    Yes Barbara, Believe that I look out my window right here in Park Slope and see the same branches, waiting. Love your rendition.
    Love you,
    Paulette

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  2. evieMarch 2, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    The aspen is my body - ready to be reborn. I am toally still, vulnerable, bare and open yet within lives all potential. In one moment I "wake up", radiate out, and the potential transforms into warriorshp, over and over again.

    Thank-you Barbara for such inspiration!

    Love,

    Evie

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  3. AnonymousMarch 2, 2011 at 8:42 PM

    I miss aspen. They are so lovely out west. Here high winds have felled massive old trees. Oddly, they fall without hurting anyone, even an old dog standing nearby.

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  4. UnknownMarch 4, 2011 at 12:47 PM

    beautiful barbara

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