This morning I notice the return of the Juncos to my feeder, and this… “I wish you wouldn’t have called me a poet, now every morning I wake up and try to prove it.” blesses my day, of ways to begin in gratitude – commune with…
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Yesterday on a walk through the garden it occurs to me that I don’t much like October or really, I guess… it’s the season that gets to me the gardens start to look a bit haggard colours have dulled to brown and rotty not much new to spot on…
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To be there for someone in a time of loss to offer one love and support and kindness above all I think, kindness there is no taking away the profound emptiness of a light either slowly or suddenly diminished for a time there is no explaining…
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Some days I have the feeling, that the world outside my gate is turning way too fast, ya know or that whatever else is going on out there could just… stay away from me where I actually feel the need…
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Today my ode to a remarkable group of friends known as The Spa Girls, first may I begin with full disclosure, to say that I am not one of the Spa Girls although I do believe I know all or…
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the season has changed from summer to fall, and for the last few days the air has acquiesced as even the sun seems to have gone on mini vacation for quite some time I have been dealing with chronic sinusitis…
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To go out and stand for a time looking up at the top of a tree in stillness taking this in to breathe deeply filling one’s lungs to full and holding it there then gracefully and with ease to let…
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(also known as that time I noticed a four leaf clover, right in front of me) So it comes I tell him, tomorrow time again to renew, review or renegotiate the terms of our agreement twenty-nine years in the making of us hey, you signed…
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I was talking the other day, with a friend of my son’s about the strange-ness of the times we are experiencing and just how it may be affecting many a life in different ways in this case young adults who felt they may have begun…
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Sometimes, it is enough you know on a bright morning mid-August to stand for a time just still ever so quietly looking up at the trees somewhat unknowingly in perfect peace and rhythm with each breath listen to the electric buzz of the grasshoppers occasional chirps from the crickets watch…
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