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Rough Terrain

Rough Terrain

Amidst the rough terrain, against the winds, through stormy days you bloom. Dry earth and sand and rock your bed, your splendor surpassing. Now rest, as Sun reigns in Light. Rain, like oil, anoints your fragile buds yet unseen, contents your roots beneath the earth....
For This I Will Labor

For This I Will Labor

I am moving into my first fall without the burden of balancing numbers. My calendar is open and what I fill it with will be determined by how I am filled. I will ask for good balance as I begin what I used to call a new fiscal year, I have entered a new dance and I am...
Childlike

Childlike

A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of things these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child...
Days of Small Moments

Days of Small Moments

I love clothes. I do. If you know me you know that. And if you don’t, now you do. But these days I wear my favorite jeans, T-shirt or hoodie. So, for a change, I decided to wear a dress and a wide-brimmed hat on my walk. I’m trying to wake up the creative gene,...
Saturday Space

Saturday Space

There is a group of people sitting on my rock by the water. It’s not really mine, I can’t claim it, I can’t ask them to move, so I move to what I can claim. Another Rock. A new spot A new space. And I need it because, well, I just do. I am reminded that I need to put...
A New Place

A New Place

I found a spot all to myself. To be alone. All by myself. A place to listen to the water against the rocks, where overhead, gulls fly at ease with the wind. A place to myself. To be quiet. A place to hear the Voice of the Wind speaking the Words that for too long my...

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