Fair warning that this may prove to be ratherdismal… December 29th in the rainand so it is that we have again come throughanother Christmasperfectly sated, suitably happycomfortablytiredthe dreariness of this dayhas one feeling slightly dullish in tonefestive decorations losing a…
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This morning starts a little salty,the dog wakes me way too early for a Sundayand December being what it is has my husbandspending many hours at work, and just not enough at homewhere I can entertain him with my intelligence…
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Three or four days ago, I feel compelled to write down a few words,then release them to thewindwhen it happens that words seem to comeI write without over analyzing, I write of a feeling as best I canthis one is…
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Once again I find myself reading a memoir where alcoholstrikes at its core I wonder if at some point in our childhood, or just when.. as young tender heartswe start to compensate for the painof our parentsand just how it…
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A dull colourless sort of day, early December, large wet flakes of snow drifting idly to the ground, then mostly surrendering themselves on contact.No sun. This morning I read Devotion by Patti Smith, an intimate and intriguing look into writing…
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This morning finds me somewhat frustrated by my husband’s,closed off quiet-ish habit of internalizing worry(as men do) which leaves one feeling a little outside looking in, unable to hear the presentconversationand offer softening reason and supporta very Venus and Mars…
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Questions for you my fellow readers, What do you do, when a book fails topique to gather you in the flow of language? Do you drop it like a fickle lover and simply move on to the next one in…
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To be a silent observer on the sidelinesof lifea not so, secret admirerof things, to a slow burning appreciation of essenceand enduring gracean increasing day to day beauty of naturalinclinationsyou sometimes fail toseeyet never to have told you, would seemlike…
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When I am in a mood, the dissolutions of the worldstart to weigh on me a certainweariness of spiritmakes me wonder sometimes whatis the point of carryingthis lightwhen blatant ignorance and crueltiestake on the lightness of laughterand flippancywhen ideas of…
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(last night, I watched a documentary about a war photographerwho made his living on the front lines of horror and humanity..) Last night, I gaze up adoringly at the full, full moonand stand for a few brisk momentsin its lightknowing…
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