My current reading andmightread nextpile where I have not spent nearly enough timewith the first book, Surrenderand it really is so very goodbut also, where I am always looking forwardto thenextone and ways in which the two of thesefirst two…
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This morning,I’m thinking about the transitionfromsoup to saladthen back againspring weather being what it isanother cool wet startgrey clouds with small surprising breaksof brightlight first thing the only digits that will moveon sore handsarethumbseverything else is curled in tight eventually…
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This morning we take a drive,as I amnot a driverand a drive with my husband being one of myfavourite things, especiallyon a lovely morning such as thisI sit quite enjoying the scenerychattering away to my love about thingsour sometimes opposing…
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On the way up the stairsin my housethere are two small windowsone is up quite highthe other one you pass each timeyouclimb the up high window is often whereIin the very early, still darkhoursof the morningon the way downwill find…
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If I can tell you anything,it’s just thiskeep your heart open we thought we’d been brokenwell in truthwe knew we hadand scars remain, most everywhereyoulookaround us, someon us not again he said,not anymore. Spring came though,as we knew itwouldand again…
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This morning it’s the rising sunon the fenceand how outside my windoweverything is litin the brilliance ofgold the comfort one feelsin the simple highlightof acozy little birdhouseon the post this morning in the quietI travel deeper into a bookwhere the…
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Yesterday, in the midst of everyday ordinarytaskson my way up the stairs, with a basketof laundryI noticed the appearance of a very brightrainbowon the closet door and I stopped here, in this momentto just take it inthen as we do…
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A winter storm that strangely comeswith thunder and frequentwild flashes of lightning under the great weightof heavy wet snowa large branch falls from a treein the gardenand crashes to the ground… the loss of someonewho has been fighting their own…
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Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.~ Karl A. Menninger The nature…
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It is the kind of morning,where pink slipper crocs and a hand-me-downoversizedFall Out Boy sweatshirt, charcoal sweatpantsand freshly washed hairare perfectly acceptableoutdoor weara lovely cool breeze aiding the billows of whitein periodically covering up the sunbehind themjustblue after coffee together,my…
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