In those in-between times, like now, a real sense of possibility emerges for me...
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THROUGH MY LENS: Waking woods
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THROUGH MY LENS: Winter wonders
Nature is my remedy then, as it is and always has been for so many things...
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The birthday gift
I've learned through the loss of many beloved pets over the years never to take them for granted...
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New poem, “The Last Cord”
My farmhouse is sold and gone this past week, so this poem emerged...
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Greeting the New Year
After all, it really is a day just like any other, except in what we make of it.
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New poem, “Shiny Objects”
“Shiny Objects” – some cautionary thoughts as we count down the days until Christmas. So many are still out searching for that perfect something (or someone). I’m pretty sure neither exists except in our imaginations, …
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New poem, “Boundless”
Thinking about how often the different parts of myself and my life can seem to contradict each other, yet there’s room for everything to grow.
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New poem, “Morning Blooms”
One of the reasons to wake up early is watching the sun come up, especially when it so often turns gray these days. That low winter light, short as it may be, is all the …
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New short poem, “Untold”
For someone who likes to write and communicate, I’m a very quiet person when it comes to talking. It’s much harder for me to express things verbally. Sometimes I have a hard time finding the …
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Winter In the Bones
Something in me had changed, it seemed, grown warmer and brighter with the coming cold and early dark.
