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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As a Result of Tensions Today’s random word, result, comes from Archetypes & Strange Attractors: The Chaotic World of Symbols by John R. Van Eenwyk who I had the pleasure of hearing speak at Antioch University Seattle many years ago. Because I love the text so much, it serves nicely as today’s quote: “As we…
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a haiku of endings
wind whispers her sweet longing turgid moon shining my heart weeps with fresh sorrow
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New Directions
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
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Ripening
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time…
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the grace of the mirror
I told him, “We create suffering when we compare what is to our vision of what else it could be.” I realized I needed to hear that myself. So grateful on this day for the reflective mirror of relationships and the journey of the Soul.
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saturated in amore [a moment of logos in the life of a wandering heart]
your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…
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