tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post5593409422826439730..comments2024-03-17T12:44:45.544-04:00Comments on <b>Dawn Potter</b>: Dawn Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-39256468567318975302013-10-13T09:50:28.903-04:002013-10-13T09:50:28.903-04:00Hah! Spoken like a true woodswoman. I know exactly...Hah! Spoken like a true woodswoman. I know exactly what you mean: tiny mosses, twigs, leaves. Plus the animal sense of taking part in the world. But at the same time this is so funny! Love you--Dawn Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-24199804387255485472013-10-13T09:41:16.921-04:002013-10-13T09:41:16.921-04:00There is this weird space after finishing somethin...There is this weird space after finishing something big or experiencing something huge where exhaustion, let down and melancholy all creep in.I never can embrace these times either, but instead wonder around lost and forlorn until something grabs me. Rest and recovery just are not part of the modern experience unless forced upon us, or scheduled. I have been peeing outside at the edge of the woods. This has helped me so much. There is this miniature world down there.Angela DeRosanoreply@blogger.com