Seeds. Sunday morning. Sanding down the edges until we fit. There should be a lot to say. The sun peeped out, peering through the clouds. Birds are chattering – I think it is because I …
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Seeds
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Listening for the Silence
I slipped on black ice over two weeks ago now. It’s been alternately frightening and boring. It’s frustrating when you can’t move around. Something to remember when you see someone limping, or not fully abled. …
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True Projection
I have always loved railway stations. Trains. Even when I was scared as a child, scared of the large locomotives that loomed up over the platform, with only tiny metal steps to climb up to …
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Lollipops and Brutal Honesty
I just saw a short piece on TikTok – well, they are all short, right. That’s the idea. Minimal interaction and commitment. On to the next person trying to create a brand. But I digress. …
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Wanting to go is not having to leave
The difference between wanting to go and having to leave. Many conflicting undercurrents at this anxious, dangerous time. Is it too much to say that watching the events of the world, we can’t help but …
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Change Agent
Grow where you are planted
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Holiday Season
Holiday Season And here it is. Food and decorations and candles and things. Memories. Sadness. When there is so much to say there is nothing to say. It’s very quiet here, neighbors gone away. One …
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Reality
Reality Thinking on Memorial Day We have weekends, and they are supposed to refresh us for the work week. The time that is significant, where we go out into the world and work at whatever …
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Sunday Rain
This morning it’s raining, so it’s quiet. This means that the people fighting outside the pub late last night aren’t on the streets, and if it keeps raining they’ll stay home instead of coming out …
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Back to the Garden
The idea of group approval is a strange thing, pulling us this way and that, in directions that are sometimes worthy, other times ugly, asking us to constantly judge both ourselves and others, while hinting …