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Last year I did not "choose a word." The last time I chose a word (the word was Brave and that year kicked my butt!) it ended up being a spiritually/emotionally hard year for me. So I avoided the practice... Continue Reading →

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Another Thanksgiving Gone By

Advent Poem The days dance by and they all seem the same seasons change and children too in quiet moments I see the illusion the days and moments are not the same every moment is an encounter an invitation to... Continue Reading →

Lost Days of Ember

Contemporary man is often cut off from nature; he lives in a world that is reduced to a universe of tarmac, concrete, and all kinds of screens. He is the prisoner of a fabricated world, a virtual world, the projection... Continue Reading →

November

I awoke to the sound of rain rolling through the gutters at three fifty-two this morning. All of my mornings are early these days. I managed to drift back to slumberland before the gotta-dos invaded my mind. Once my head... Continue Reading →

Journal: Carrot Capers

Right now my husband and kids are playing Mario Kart together. I like to listen to them talk, fuss and laugh together. Sometimes they say things like "mushroom gorge", "boom shell", "you insult me", and "my spirit is ascending somewhere".... Continue Reading →

Journal: Little Tweaks

Our first academic term is firmly behind us. I wrote that sentence a while ago and just cannot get passed it... I guess I really just do not want to reflect on the term's academic fails and strengths. I did... Continue Reading →

October Beginnings: Always Rum Responsibly

Really! October! So soon! This post is heavily influenced from the last of my wine from a jar that reads "always rum responsibly". My wine glass is on the top shelf and I am just not in the mood to... Continue Reading →

Wild+Free Franklin Conference

The words and spirit of the conference are still seeping deep into my heart. My emotions changed wildly from one moment to the next. I wept bitter tears and soul-touched tears. Laughter poured loudly and my body could hardly contain... Continue Reading →

September Passing

To the Light of September When you are already here you appear to be only a name that tells of you whether you are present or not and for now it seems as though you are still summer still the... Continue Reading →

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