After all, it really is a day just like any other, except in what we make of it.
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Greeting the New Year
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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.
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New short poem, “Lay It Down”
Thinking about forgiveness as well as gratitude this first post-Thanksgiving day. Maybe they are linked ideas, one difficult to find without the other.
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Short poem, “Keep Warm”
Exploring the thought I’ve always had about wanting to go dormant in the winter, and wake up anew in spring. But we don’t hibernate like the bears, unfortunately. So we must find the thing that …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Faces in the water
I went on an early winter hike today through the woods around Lake Bonita, a small lake on the outskirts of Moreau State Park. No boats, not even kayaks, are allowed there, though fishing is …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Closing time
When I first saw this place on a trip several years ago with my ex-boyfriend to his hometown, I just had to take it’s picture. I usually only fall madly in love with the facades …
