she pondered her own sense and sensibility with a haiku
the wind is howling the sickness has taken hold my foolish hearts aches
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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…
Why?
We have all heard sappy stories about things people did for others that “made a difference” in their lives. While I don’t mean to sound cynical and I am very much a believer in treating others with kindness and respect, it is also true that our culture can train us to believe that “doing for…
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miracles
My daughter, Gigi, and I read poetry to one another in the morning at breakfast. She read this one to me last week. Today, as we lay snuggled at Seward Park in Seattle, basking in the sunlight and watching it glisten on the water, I was reminded of this poem and the miracle of life…
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a haiku of closure
the world, awash in moonlight. just one month later, you seem like a distant dream
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she rejoiced
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)