Since early childhood I have always been drawn to a cool riverbank. A spot to puff the seeds of dandelions and watch them float away on the breeze. Count mayflies alighting on the sparkling water for an instant and contemplate the knowledge that by day's end their journey will be over. A shady rill, a place to dream, to rest, to revitalize.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
THANKS
My Gran was a suffragette. I was raised on tales of her marches for women's right to vote. I don't believe she was ever arrested, but I do know she was as passionate as the ladies in the article above. Each election day I thank her and all of those world wide who fought and continue fight for that right for all people.
On this day, each election cycle, Gran walks with me to the polls. Even though I never met her in life, she is a part of the fabric of my soul in so many ways.
Thanks Gran......
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