I am stood silentin between another, what’s the big dealconversationunwilling just now to step inor engage inthe what andthe whyas so often the world these daysfeelstooexhausting where flippancy and blatant unkindnessgrand selfcentred-ness, intentional belittling disguised as jokingat someone else’s expenseare…
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through the small window on the stairsthat I pass on my wayupwhere in warmer seasonsI look out to lilacs, safely tucked awaynests and overhead viewsof thegardens currently what I see isone small leaf one small leaf, still holding on in…
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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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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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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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Maybe in the grand scheme of thingsit isn’t really muchof anything… this morning, I am about four hundred pages inwhich is a little lessthan half-waythroughthe most wonderful bookthat I am enjoyingimmenselyconsisting of letters between six sistersspanning about the wholeof the…
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Feel a bit out of sorts when days pile upand one hasn’t made the timefor writingI have started and stopped many times,yet as schedules continue tochangeI haven’t done much about getting anythingdown or I suppose there is that thing withcertain…
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