I wrote the following poem last night right after I went to bed. The lights were shut off, the animals settled around me. But I lay there and heard it in my head, felt it …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: “A Restless Dark”
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: “The Silence”
This poem is about secrets: Not ones you feel you have to keep out of fear or pain, but the ones you want to keep, ones that sharing would result in some personal, irretrievable loss. Not all …
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AROUND THE FARM: “Winter is coming.”
If you’ve ever watched Game of Thrones or read the series of books, then you’re familiar with the Stark family motto. It’s all about getting ready for the long, dark cold to come: a time …
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:
I am a perfectionist in many ways. Or at least I have been, particularly around my writing and artistic efforts. I freely admit it. I am working more and more, however, on not being one...
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Saving Louis and Clark
They both looked at me, I looked at them, and I knew I had really come to take them home. Who had I been kidding? They felt so good – not just cute, which they were, but all kittens are cute. It felt more like we belonged together....
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Finding the Old Oak: A Love Story
Barbed wire pierced the trunk, bark having grown up and around it, becoming a part of the tree itself. Roots as wide as my arms and legs tumbled down into and ran among the gray stones. It was hard to tell where the tree started and the wall began. At that point, it didn’t really seem to matter: They were one, the wall and the tree, as they had been for a century...
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The Long Road Home
Traveling along through the early evening, I watched the clouds roll away and the sky clear, shocked by the red riot of the sunset, and followed the path of the mists curling across the hills and down into the valleys, still clinging here and there to some odd anchor. I watched the light fade, the long light I love so much, and the shadows start to overtake it all. It was gorgeous and devastating, peaceful and powerful both at once...
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Capturing eternity in an hour: painting in the great outdoors
The rest of the afternoon I spent painting, looking out on the ever-changing landscape that is water and sky. I had never painted in the great outdoors before, and it had it's fair share of challenges. Like, how do I keep up with the colors when the light changes all the time? But I finished my little painting in just a few hours...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: “Tossed Away”
My posts have been few and far between here for awhile. My life has been undergoing a transformation of sorts, and not a very pleasant one. Deeply personal and painful things are sometimes impossible for me to write …
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” – Rumi Mine is open, again.
