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Monday Morning
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...
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Waiting For Perfect
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...
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Heartsong
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...
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Anyways
Anyways, breathe. Breathe. Pausing here, as I write the words, to feel the oxygen filling me as if for the first time. Noticing. ...
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Walking Each Other Home
We are on a late afternoon walk, my 10 year old daughter and I, on this Wednesday afternoon. School and work are done for the day, and...
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Giving And Receiving
It is 2:46 am and I am sitting at my kitchen counter eating cold pizza. I awoke about 45 minutes ago, and the timer in my mind knows...
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Belonging
Creeping through the hallways of my dreams What is true? What is the mind, spinning half awake half asleep half truths? Even in the...
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What If?
For the last few years on my blog, I have only posted on Mondays. Posting on the same day of the week of course provides a certain...
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Sunrise
The blank page is like the blank morning sky at 5:30 and 6:10 and 6:30. A canvas I have seen infinite times before and yet never like...
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Magnitude of Love
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to attend the Wisdom 2.0 conference in San Francisco, California. This conference is rapidly...
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Made Up Rules
I have a confession to make. Last week, here on my blog, I published a poem I had written called “Dreams and Hail.” I had written the...
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Dreams And Hail
Sometimes words visit me in the middle of the night, flashes of poetry and song. And I feel like a dreamcatcher, a witness of stories...
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Noticing Time
It is 10:05 pm on Wednesday night. Within these four walls, my children sleep. I write and dream and read and eat chocolate chip...
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The Weight of Silence
Why have I been silent all of these years? A quiet, sterile surface, afraid of not having answers, afraid of my own ignorance and...
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Progress
“Have I made enough progress? ” she asked, electric anxiety coursing through her words, and a certain familiar tremble in her voice. ...