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Dease Lake Avalon


We three gather for this year at ‘The Dease’; old friends united forever in heart and kinship.  Sharing old joys and heartaches, letting ‘the now’ fills us up with unabashed laughter and gin, good food and new stories.  There is immediacy in our knowing and care for each other, that spans before and after eternity.  Differences lost to our sameness in the forever after.  Old ‘broads’ letting it rip like school girls crushed out in the drool of want and hunger.  Captured in memories moments for a little while, letting the wisdom of decades giggle us to the ‘Can you BElieve that shit?”


I bring my ‘Dear One’s to ‘The Dease’, to share it.  This place wrapped in sunrises and coral evenings, the shelter of Oaks, the fog off the lake, the call of Loons, the easy float of an eagle, the quiet;  A heart place for all my seasons, a gift of my family’s love sharing.   Here,  all that is stretched and pulled off from me in the pulse of life’s work and stress, melt with the morning fog to rise up to this northern heaven, released.  Free to let the breath and heart know natures giving, and taking.


Words are a vehicle to speak to sights, sounds, and smells of sensorial experiences.  And, in this place of spiritual abundance, this place I call ‘The Dease’, there are not enough splendid words to express the gift of it to my souls pleasure in the wonder and wander of it all.  This little parcel of land and lake that I think I know intimately and yet it keeps it’s secrets like ‘The Lady of the Lake’ , she who rises up with sword in hand, with a gift to open the magic to Dease Lake Avalon.


The great thing is, is that I get to make up my own magic in the truth of it as I make it so.  Knowing all that is ever needed to be known, as the magic and mystery gives in ‘the letting it be so’, right here on Dease Lake, my own little Avalon, celebrating with my Dear Ones.





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Yesterdays road trip garage sale-ing and junking.  taking the back roads.. What a beautiful spring day.

On Macon Rd

On Macon Rd

Silo hales the past

Red barns salute to what is

Seasons come and go


Ecstatic flutter

Leaf caught by dervish breezes

A last twirl till free


A hundred swans float

Two Hundred white wings teasing

A flock of cygnets


Weathered wood tumbled

Barn gives way to gravity

Beauty in this death


Rutted country road

A sheen of green hills rolling

A dot of red flight


Turtle crosses road

Screech to a halt for saving

Life in the wetlands


Cherry trees weeping

Pink flowers in abundance

Beauty brings me tears






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