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Friday, April 18, 2008

Red Fox

on my way home the red fox dashed across my path like a streak of lightening his lean, small body fully outstretched visible then gone as if in a dream not really seen was he gazing at the full moon lulled by the lapping waves the luscious quiet as his paws hit the sand perhaps the salt-laden... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 14, 2008

Carried on the Prayers of All Those Who Love Him

day by day he is being carried on the prayers of all who love him for when he suffers they suffer with him when he cries they cry silently that is the human condition when you love passionately and eternally there is no other way the sorrow is deep and the joys divine Sign in to see full entry.

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The Sewing Lesson

her husband bought her the best sewing machine he could find fifteen years ago because she wanted one after a few feeble attempts it laid in its case all those years on a whim she brought it to her neighbor "liz, can you help me?" so liz with the smiling eyes who adores lighthouses laughed and said... Sign in to see full entry.

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Remnants of My Chinese Grandmother

here and there throughout this house are remnants of my chinese grandmother the sapphire blue tiffany lamp by my bedside the hand-made brass ladle once used in the restaurant the abacus, an ancient calculator with smooth ebony discs the green marblized jade bracelet worn on special occasions the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

Monumental Years

13, 16, 21, 30 and every decade thereafter these are the monumental years of personal milestones achievements chiseled in our bank of golden memories to be withdrawn at will like a favorite snapshot permanently etched in our personal museum we call our mind today is one of those days her 21st... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Stone Wall

somehow every year all the fallen leaves manage to find their way to the stone wall creating a casserole of sorts dry leaves on top wet black leaves below prickly chestnut husks and paper trash captured in mid-flight spring beckons and the perennials are birthing adding members to the clan the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

When the Darkness Descends

when the darkness descends my brother do not keep from weeping for the tears that wash over you are cleansing tears for your soul's sorrow when the room is filled only with blackness and despair know in your heart that soon a sliver of light will appear and grow such that in time the light will fill... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Unraveling

the thread of life runs smoothly enough most times... you build your life inch by inch pinnacling towards the sky troubles on the periphery do not deter your path and life goes on in this fashion for years you reach that high point then out of the blue comes the unraveling something monstrous and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Like a Benevolent Stranger

"like a benevolent stranger our soul pours only the sweet, mature fruits of its labor into our lap" we accept so willingly ready to rush off to the latest adventure in mind and body perhaps our gifts in return can be the mindful attention to a bird's song the softness of a child's face the kindness... Sign in to see full entry.

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Vermont's Winter Thaw

a violet barn near stratton mountain stands alone in stark contrast to vermont's winter thaw snow still blankets the woods as streams become engorged with clear, bubbling waters so cold, just the thought of dangling a toe in brings a rush of chills one sunny day can coax brave crocuses to unveil... Sign in to see full entry.

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