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Swimming
Forgive me for being so plain, but all things aside – including the alchemy of eternity being the steady stream of each moment pouring into the next – my purpose for being here today is to plunge into the water, as far as I can tell. This lake, viewed from the sky, takes the shape… Continue reading
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Listless
Every day I make a list of things that need to be done, things that might slip through the fine mesh net of short-term memory. Today, the list contained more items than I could possibly accomplish. So I did what you might expect – I pushed it down into the folds of my left-hand pocket,… Continue reading
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Wondering Aloud
Think of the way clouds roll across a big sky. Think of the embroidery of a spider, how hard it works to put food on the table. Think how familiar you are with the contents of your wallet, purse, kitchen cabinets, the scent of your own pillows. I wonder if this is how birds feel… Continue reading
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Pearl
Walking alone in nature can be sacred, healing and rejuvenating. The motor of your mind gradually stops its whirring and quiets down, like a swarm of locusts moving further into the distance. Constrictions loosen. Stale transforms to Vivifying. You have made some space around yourself, and you are participating in creation. The sights and sounds… Continue reading
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What I Observed Last Wednesday
Evergreen trees take a solemn stance, seem to long for rain in their crooked row, seem to pity the quivering cottonwood leaves, and decline to change for the coming snow. Continue reading
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Walking Home
As is so often the case, it was only me at my own side, constant companion. Eyes on the next bend in the road, waving mosquitoes away unsuccessfully, rounded stones half-buried in the ground pushing at my feet through the soles of my shoes. The light softens now. Cloud-shadows of evening begin to lick the… Continue reading
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Knick-Knacks
I remember my mom yelling at my dad through the phone, and wondering when I might get to meet him. I remember meeting him, the sound of his laugh, the slope of his shoulder, how he rubbed his feet together at the end of the day, how he took the list my mom had made… Continue reading
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The Price Of Admission
The other night I made some popcorn and settled onto the couch to watch “Blackfish”. Somehow I missed all the buzz about it from last year, so I went into it blissfully ignorant of what I was about to learn. What started out as a seemingly harmless documentary quickly became an animal lover’s nightmare, haunting… Continue reading
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Jack Kerouac Quote
“I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged like the prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark word, and the only word I had was ‘wow’. -On The Road Continue reading
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