So much rain and drizzle,grey skiesproves rather drearyof course there hasn’t been a need forshovelingbut it does make things outsidequitedull a new favourite song that I have had on repeatsince first I heard itDear Insecurity, by the greatBrandy Clarkaccompanied here…
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Morning, December 23rdthe fan in the bedroomabove the bedbeginsa tinysqueak… and I am awake with thoughtsofthingsto be accomplished tis the season of wondersnot least of allfor a Momand one whose feeble attemptswill always beto keep the magicin Christmas and this…
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Last week begins,anxiety highand I can feel it on the insideif I am stillit pullsand it churns like one of thosebingo things that tumbles the ballswith numbers on themit is worry for thingsunknownfor my kids, and for thingsIhaven’t donefor things…
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For the last several days I’ve been thinking aboutmy husband’s Aunt Tinaand the feeling one often has ofthe wishfor more time Aunt Tina was the dearest lady, andmost gladly took me in her loving embracemuch before my husband and I…
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It’s all in the waythat it shines through leavessome justbarely hanging on by athread makes them shimmyever so slightly even when skies to the northbeginin adark, dark grey while from this sideit comes in, in streamsof gold makes things lessdreary,…
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Ok, let me tell you a little somethingfirst you may know, I happen to Love my birthdayas I believe it is always important for everyone toat some time feeljust a little extra-special so yesterday, (my day!) I went to work,…
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Ooof,and so it begins… One of many mornings to come,when I will exclaim to my husbandor really,to the dayin my froggy morning voice What fresh hell is this…(deep bow to Dorothy Parker) somehow overnight the world outside my windowturned intoa…
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Seems to me,that the light of October isa special kindof light makes everything rathergolden holds its own kind of magic noticing… last week I had two fingers fitted for splintsin hopes of keeping themmobileand this week, after trying to work…
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“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.” ~ Herman Melville To love the…
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Can you possibly imaginea gentler sky… to accompany a silent(although never so)morning’s meditation in the gardena walk under billowy puffs of cottonever so slowlyclosingin the morning feels as though I am notas far out of theditch I’ve been travellingas I…
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