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One of the most thrilling and scary tasks that had to be done growing up on the farm was evening out the silage for the silo unloader. I tried to capture some of that in today's poem.
I had a glorious day of learning at Bushcon. I spent the day in a room of friends I hadn't met yet. I also have a split lip and scratched chin from a mountain bike wreck last night and spent the day meeting people and watching questions flash across their eyes. It made me reflect on candor and when we appreciate it, and when we don't and how to invite it when possible.
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AuthorCreative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018, 2020, and half of 2023 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She teaches yin and vinyasa weekly at Green Lotus Yoga in Lakeville, Minnesota and chimes in here from time to time with musings and rhymes. Archives
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