the drive home
pigeon blanket over trains
clouds fill equinox sky
the road stretches before me
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the magnificent space
Antistrophes by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, Women, that you should be moving here, among us, grief-filled, no more protected than we, and nevertheless able to bless like the blessed. From what realm, when your beloved appears, do you take the future? More than will ever be. One who knows distances out to the outermost star…
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late summer haiku
poppy seeds scatter to soil illusions shattered dead rose petals fall softly
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laughingly dash with your hair
Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair. ~Walt Whitman
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peek-a-boo
Grace is always right there peering out from behind the furniture ready to say “peek-a-boo”! I really appreciate that about life.
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yes, and… [an alternative to making others wrong]
“Your only true purpose is to love yourself and others through the ups and downs of their decisions and choices. Everything else is character development in life’s eternal play.” ~ Matt Kahn On the current leg of my journey, I am trying to just be aware of things and heed Matt’s wisdom. I’ve been noticing a…
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this is what we do
I bike around the lake nearly every day. It’s reasonably good exercise but I mostly do it for my spirit. I do it for the beauty and connection I feel. I do it for the way the light plays on the water, the ever-changing scents of the earth, water, plants and air. Sometimes the scents…
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