I begin of course, by walking the gardens… today being a day off, you might already knowhow I am spending my timethe early morning, overcast and humidgives a damp heavy feeling to thingsthe toads are loudly calling out from the…
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It is a hard thing sometimes to standin the sunlight, as it warms your skinand think of all the sadness in the worldor the burdens some mustcarry my garden is such that the trees, shrubsand vast cool green vegetation give…
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A beautiful morning so I take my coffeeand book outside to enjoy the quietalmost instantly a large truck rumbles to a stopthumps and bangs, then a chainsaw and a noisy chipper begindestructionof some kinddisruption for me as I happen to…
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Today I’m thinking about authoritative things,and things I am expert about(also known as random thoughts and thinking thingsI think, as I wander the garden) like miracles,as I am watching the bees in the blossoms on my crab apple treeamazed by…
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This morning I coach the washing machinethrough the spin cycle,I know it’s jeans, I say in a comforting tone,and they tend to make you feela littleoff centre,but just do the best you canto which it kindly acquiesces I return to…
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This morning what I’m feeling is a great deal of painin my forearms, wrists, hands and fingersnumbness in my right hand and swelling,painful limited movement in my left thumbhands that have served me well,but also need torestmaking it quite uncomfortable…
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Yesterday I finished reading a book on J.D. Salingerfeeling quite fired up, I am anxious to sit down and writea graciously respectful nod to someone who came to feel(in rather audacious thoughts) as somewhat of a kindred soul who so…
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This morning againfinding oneself herereminding yourself to breathefully and deeplyvoluntarily carrying the weight of lossa friend whose heart has been inextricably tornaway by the loss of his belovedand what can one possibly say to reduce some small bit ofthe emptiness…
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This morning I’m reading about J.D. Salingerand can feel the internal excitement beginning to jumpat the mention of F. Scott Fitzgerald I am choosing to read without the benefitof my reading glasses in absolute defiance of giving in toaging eyesconstantly…
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This morning through the window by my chairI can see a catsat drinking from the small pond there is something to a daythat begins in sunlightas one travels silently alongin the words of Virginia Woolf and thinks,I shall never againattempt…
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