It is good, I think, to remember that this world is not ours, or just ours, that all life is valuable, beautiful, and miraculous…
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Under the Sea
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THROUGH MY LENS: Waking woods
In those in-between times, like now, a real sense of possibility emerges for me...
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New poem, “Sunday Coffee Cup”
It is the last day to review and relive, and ponder what's yet to come.
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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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Making my Mother’s Day garden
Gardening has grown to be so many things for me: an art form, a story, a memory, a solace, and more...
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New poem, “Night Sounds”
A small greeting for this first day of May, one of my favorite months, a time when everything in nature really starts to come alive.
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New poem, “Treasure”
A small tribute for Earth Day today...
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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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New poem, “Cruel Release”
Sometimes these days I have moments where I can’t, and don’t want to, feel anything anymore. Whether fear, concern, or sadness, it seems too much. As a nurse I feel it doubly at those times, …
