I have happily found another kindred spirit, a sister and fellow traveler, one of those very special moments that I feel lucky to both experience and recognize...
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The Sisterhood Gathers: Visiting Mary Kellogg
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: new friend
then all was still; and we found, on the unending road, we were not alone; we walked instead, side by side...
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: creating change
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” – Rumi When I was younger I raged against the injustices I saw in the …
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Doug the dog, and Father’s Day
Doug was smart and handsome and a bit rough around the edges. People often crossed to the other side of the sidewalk when they saw him, thinking I had a werewolf on leash or something. But he loved his human family with unfailing devotion.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: in between
shadows fierce, bound, inside my suit of skin, ready, every moment, to rise up blazing, meet the light, and stare it down...
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Walt’s secret
To me, that is one of the great gifts of art, of writing and poetry. It connects me across the years, sometimes even millennia, to others and helps me understand that, in many ways, people in other cultures, living in other times, aren't really that different from me after all...
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THROUGH MY LENS: bell of the ball
Last year I was sure it was dead. But this spring new growth appeared on it's meager remaining stems, and then the heads of two small buds followed...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: gone to ground
I always feel a renewed sense of purpose, of my place in the spring time. My feelings of belonging, of knowing where I am and who I am in this world grow strong again. For me, the …
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A Natural Salvation: Finding My Own Sort of Faith
I don't claim to have ever fully committed to one faith or another. I was always more curious, I think, than interested in finding out who was "right" or in being saved.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: bed of coals
watching, hopeful, yet nothing comes, no light from darkness all seems lost, wasted, when some tiny ember, catches my eye...
Jacqlyn Thorne 