It’s not that I’d forgottenhow much Ilovedthe out of doorsI suppose really, I’d forgottenhow muchI need it today for a time, isbeautifully bright in the gardenand though I don’t much like the coldthis morningit’s just me and the dogsso pulling…
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Ooof, to the muddlethat is Januaryin particular, late Januaryto a world gone mad, and thanks in partto our modern convenience of“connection”bewildering to find, that people you knowhave indeedgonewithit oblivious to the horrific-ness of what has beenwitnessedinstead choosingdelusionwhere I suppose, if…
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To look out on the gardenmid-to-late Januarywondering, as I do…is it the gorgeously strong seed headsthat tenderly hold the snowas it falls or is it the snowas it gatherstogetherin numbers that indeed add their strengthto the seed headsas they standindefianceof…
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Small pockets of bubbling Joyin the last few days,busy at work, in the morningas the sun is rising higher in the skysomething draws my eyes, and myattentionup to a wall of the greenhouse where perhapsI don’t oftengazeand this day I…
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todayfor a time, to sitin the wisdom of the treesjust to watch and tolistencan feel like an act of rebellion at first bare anddampthen the wind picks up and snowflakeslightly accumulateon the branchesyou wonder, don’t youhow they stand, as they…
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Yesterday, I sat for most of the daywhich is badfor a softening bodybut I was intenton finishinga book outside was wet and windyanywaynot really fitforwandering if you are female, and a writerand I will call myself a writer hereas thisis…
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It has become a kind of traditionin our homeon New Year’s Eve (as my husband was usually working)ketchup chips, cheezies, watch the movieValentine’s Dayand we,my daughter or daughters (depending on who’s home)and Iwe collagea beginning of the year, vision board…
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well then,I have just finished a fantastic reada beautiful gathering of correspondencebetween six sisters, spanning the twentieth century months longI have happily wandered alongin slowsnippetswith these wonderful witty, eccentric, womenmost enjoying every step contrary to what one might thinkknowing how…
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The week beginspretty horrific, actuallydays of unspeakable tragedyand devastating sadnesscompounded of course, by a most inhumaneself-centric buffoon, whojust when one thinks cannot possibly get worsealways, alwaysdoes heavy, heavy heart… lightened ever so slightlyby a very grand outpouringof love at workI…
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Small passage in a book by Shawna Lemaythat comes to mindoften “She was wearing magnificent three-inch black heels and asophisticated black party dress and her hair was glamorous. Iwore a grey sweater. And was too hot.” days when I might…
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