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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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, …
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New poem, “Small Glories”
Here is a brief, bright poem for the spring equinox. Nature reminds me daily that it moves through its own rhythms regardless of human beings, and though that makes me feel very small sometimes, it …
