Yesterday this poem came to me. I was feeling closed off and wanted to be away from the world. I get like that sometimes. But I wrote a post here in the morning, and after …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: can’t come in
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A Job Well Done: Finding the Worth in Working
Most people I know say they hate to work. I get it, I have felt the same way when I had a job I didn’t like, a job I dreaded going to for eight hours, …
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Sister on the Page
This morning I am feeling very quiet. The energy of the day feels heavy, hard and I think I would rather hide myself away. Go back to sleep, wake up in a happier place. There is …
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: A Woolf at the door
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens it’s wings on the stake. Let me sit here forever with bare …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Low fallen sky
This morning the first snow showed up here. It wasn’t much to speak of, just a few dusty showers. The poem below came out of it, unpolished once again. But I’m beginning to like them that …
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Look at Me
I’m a quiet person, not much of a talker. But I don’t think you would know that here with all I seem to have to say. And I’m not quiet because I don’t think I …
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Learning to Be Gentle
Animals are amazing teachers. Whatever our thoughts, fears, hangups, demons are, they will magnify them. Push us to acknowledge our problems and (hopefully) let them go. Most of the time whether we are aware of the …
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From the Back Porch: Listening to the wind
Many mornings like today I take my coffee and sit out on my back porch to watch the sky change. The chipped blue stone floor is always cool, very cold on mornings like this. Wearing my …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Incognito
I love finding walking sticks. They are masters of camouflage so I’m always pretty impressed with myself when I manage to see one. This guy wasn’t too hard to spot, however. I’m not sure why …
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THROUGH MY LENS: The Old Birch
At the back of the yard this big birch tree stands alone. It’s very messy, shedding branches large and small all the time. It’s rotting, dying unfortunately, from some disease or what may have been …
