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There once was a true story of a middle aged woman (when did that happen?) who often didn’t know who she was.  She wanted to be able to...

A life lived in poetry is 10:08 pm on Monday night with my journal and pen and a restless, racing mind over tired shoulders that carry...

Monday morning at 7:03 am. A layer of gray is settling across the heavy closed sky and threatening Monday rain. The water creeps into...

I am just sitting down in the early hours of Saturday morning with a cup of coffee and my journal.  My plan is to meditate for a few...

Dear friends, I am sitting down in front of my laptop at 9:30 pm on Tuesday evening, writing you to say hello and let you know that I am...

Anyways, breathe. Breathe. Pausing here, as I write the words, to feel the oxygen filling me as if for the first time. Noticing. ...