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The Dance of Parenthood
A misty, foggy August morning. The green of the large backyard trees is tinged with saffron and ochre. Crows, deer, and assorted birds munch and peck at the crabapples hanging from heavy branches or fallen on the wet, cold grass – more meadow than lawn at present. These seasons come where the time to write…
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Wagons West
It’s 6:50 am. I have created a sub sandwich with ham, lettuce, tomatoes, havarti cheese, deli mustard, salt and pepper, and also a scrambled egg, ham and cheese breakfast wrap. The one I wrapped carefully in plastic and set beside a freeze pac, the other – a sheet of paper towel and a duvet of…
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Cover Those You Love
I suppose it is the teacher in me. I have noticed a tendency to be didactic, rather than tell stories. Now, there are stories, real and fictional, that brew in my mind behind the scenes of these posts. And I know the best writing is specific. The more detailed and specific writing is, the more…
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Your Soul’s Calling
A life lesson I have been very late to learn is to trust the thoughts of others less and my own, more. Being exasperatingly naive, I always felt that people in my life had my best interest at heart. Their plans for me, ideas for how I should dress or how I should live, jobs…
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On Sickness
Well, this is a riveting topic! Ha ha. Just a little muse, a wee rant perhaps, on how getting sick has farther-reaching impacts than we might suppose. One of my most stressful experiences was waking the kids on a school morning and realizing one or the other was ill. First, I was concerned for them…
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Story of the Ages
Along the rows of fading tomes and crumbling pages, amid the musty libraries of time, there is a story that recurs. From cool Arabian desert tents to colonnades of Grecian cities, from hamlet fairy tales of the Middle Ages to fields of New World pioneers, the prince or princess disguised as a pauper who rises…
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Spinning Away
Not spinning thread or wool, but like an unknown planet pulled by gravity, spinning out into space. About a year ago I made a video talking about transitions. I sat outside under a summer-green tree, reading little bits from a wonderful book by William Bridges titled Transitions: Making Sense of Life’s Changes. I had recently…
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The Long View
It’s been busy, as they say. A season of things happening, some trials and difficult roads, doing Mom Stuff for my kids, less regular days. My schedule isn’t even beside the computer anymore; it must be under a pile or on the floor. I’ll find it. For now, it’s alright. Fridays for Creating “will resume…
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Go With the Thief As Far as the Door
A friend mentioned this quote the other day, and it has stayed in my mind as a compelling metaphor. Go with the thief as far as the door. What does it mean? Who is the “thief”? Translated from another language, the saying needs a bit of nuance and explanation for English speakers. The thief is…
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People Change
Up with the dawn. There’s something sweet about the subtle change of the sky from night to day. From coal black darkness behind the bedroom blinds, to a muted wash of paleness that transforms the silhouettes of trees and houses to intricate black paper cutouts, then, a blue-ish hue backlit by gold stealthily grows from…
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