To find a kind of shared passion with a group of fellow travelers... now that is something truly amazing for me to experience.
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Words with Friends
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Not Me, Too
Although I wasn’t an innocent, I was a bit naïve. I had never seen anything like this coming...
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Seeing Ghosts
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: release
showing itself ever... only a tender cocoon... readying us for the life... yet to come.
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Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary... I'm waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: high tide
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more...
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Fierce feelings and old garden friends
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
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THROUGH MY LENS: thinking spring
Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter...dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: all the way
so I go on discarding... these reminders, taking back the space... I need to reclaim, making room again... for what’s to come.
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THROUGH MY LENS: winter’s bones
It's become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
