This morning I watch a robinas he/she walks alongin the gardena very hopeful sort of birdushering in the certain signsof springthe joy of spotting crocusesand a multitude of green sproutsthe robin then takes a stop at the small pondI watch…
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Yesterday begins,quite snowy, and a littleblowyreports of winter storm warningsfeel,as most language these daysslightly overblownlooks to me, just like winteradmittedly, much more winterthan we have had for several yearsalthough from here, as I read aboutlosses of habitats, and lowering water…
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this morning early,I take my time, drawing openthe curtainsslowly waking up the slumbering housewith a soft smileof greeting going outin the cool fresh airto feed the birds say good morning to a nuthatchwho staysbeside meunafraid this morning, in my book I…
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Last night, I looked up from the kitchen sinkas the beautiful bright mooncame in to view,still a few more nights before it appears fullthis lovely egg-shaped bloba three-quarter, I supposeendears itselftome I think to myself,(though most probably say out loudalso,…
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And so today,it’smy birthday “Happy Birthday, I’ve just realized! the lovely lady says to meAre you doing something special today?”she asks,this is it, I tell her, some laundryanda mammogramsomething special… for me I had decided that today, I would write…
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A rather ordinary sort of dayone might think,one in which nothing very spectacularmay behappening but one in which words from the lovelyKate Bowler, to be a loving presencewill set wings to my heart and a regular walk pastthe small window…
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From where I sit, I can seehigh up in the crab apple treea small feather blowing in the breezeas it quite activelycatchesthelightand my eye I wonder to myself about itstravelsand how it has come tolightjust here up through the branches,the…
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To lie for a timewith the dog at your sidesnuggled in warm, under coversnot wishing to befullyawakeyet, no longer reallyasleep to feel breath, steadyslowanddeepkind, comfortandsoothing hand on his warm tummyrises and fallsgently this is meditationandloving kindness too to stand at…
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Late February, how weird is thatwhat can often feel like the longest monthseems to be slipping awayand indeed,rather beautifully, I might add Family day, where I will soak myselfin the great luxuryofhome(and butter tarts)while dear husband takes his staffto make…
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On a day designedfor loveor was it, a day designedto sell flowers either way, begin your day in kindnessan early valentine arrives from afriendone good heart squeezeto start the day think of nudging the one beside metoromance a return trip…
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