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one leaf
“We are one leaf on the great human tree.” ~Pablo Neruda Because I know how it feels to be objectified and made into “the other”–the faceless, the nameless the object that is easy to discard, use and manipulate for gain–I am remembering on this day to stay human, to see the relationship of myself to…
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ringing in temperance and compassion
“Obsession is a young man’s game.” ~From the film The Prestige I just watched this fabulous film which is rich with layers of narrative about the human condition, the restless, conflicted soul and obsession. It’s sometimes hard to see one’s shadow and inner conflict reflected back but that is a function of art, not unlike…
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the night's hoofs [or two points of light in the darkness]
Yesterday, I was telling my teenage daughter about having learned to say no to people that weren’t the right fit. I told her there was a time that I would hold on to something that wasn’t right because I was afraid that something better wouldn’t come along. I said, “I realized that this wasn’t very…
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abundance | creativity | inspiration | photography | play | Rebirth24 | the delicious nowChicago in Red
Color hunting is a fun game, especially when on foot, bus, and train!
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art | creativity | grace | inspiration | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious nowfinding meaning in 2019
That’s how we find meaning: through playing, exploring, creating, loving, constructing and deconstructing. And also through listening, softening, deepening, and remaining open to possibility.
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a little sliver of now
an old woman in a scarf rocks a baby back and forth in the sunlight a man works a crossword sneaking glances at the pretty baristas Dolly serenades us with her trilling vibrato the steel guitar adding a pinch of melancholy your morning kisses linger on my lips like the scent of flowers everything feels…
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