Lisa Thornton

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Cute!

Once again, the redwing blackbirds have returned and we’ve done nothing to deserve them.

Very distracting!

So hard to say

I wonder if my lack of productivity is from fatigue, overwhelming shame, or fear of nuclear death.

It is!

Must go to the lake this weekend. My body needs to see a heron. My soul needs to see it standing there.

Family and friends for so many years plagued by body image issues and disordered eating. Sick and lives messed up, relationships lost, jobs lost, just forever damage. It scares me too to see it all again.

Oh wow thanks for the connection! I don’t even have this album. But I must have heard it and it buried itself deep

A paperback copy of Teaching a Stone to Talk by Annie Dillard on top of a blanket with red, yellow, and green stripes.

I bought this book at a used book store a long time ago bc the Hennepin County Library sticker reminded me of Tom Waits. I don’t know why. Now it’s one of my favorites that I read again and again.

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There is a kind and gentle fog on the fields this morning. An old friend arrives today. We will laugh like we are still our younger selves.

Sitting in my car at the Dollar General watching the windmills turn. Their blades are bright white in the sun. These kind of breaks feel rebellious.

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🤩 And it’s so heavy! Good energy object.

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Starlings at the feeder. There is a red phone I think about for sale in the antique store 30 miles away. Sometimes I visit it. It costs 36 dollars. Maybe today is the day.

the equivalent of holding up a mirror to another mirror and creating an infinite pathway

It’s a yellow index card with notes from a story I wrote last summer listing the names of trees around here and weeds that grow along the side of the road

A close-up of dry yellow grass with frozen dew drops on it in the sunlight

I peek around the garage every morning before I leave and today the whole lawn was sparkling with frozen dew ✨

Incredible last line 🐱

Chilling and lovely 💛

May the thaw find you soon, Gail!

I have seen 50 springs and still the brightness of the afternoon sun on the long yellow ditch grass makes me giddy with the beauty of it all

At night I can hear the interstate one field away. I'll never feel alone with those trucks over there.

I turn to face the sun just before my highway exit. In the winter the low glare hurts my eyes. But today a cloud just as I needed it made the sky soft. May this also be your Wednesday.