A personal journey.
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Haven’t Been Making Any Shoes Lately
I’ve been distracted trying to stay out of the undertow while the waves keep coming. Still, I am in Hawaii so I shouldn’t complain. (Speaking metaphorically, of course.) Actually I am in the northeastern United States in October and the leaves are peaking. The heat finally came on, and all is well. I thought of…
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July 14, 2015
Go Set a Watchman came in the mail today. It matters what we think. So here I am day two of writing whether I feel like it or not and I don’t know what to write so I’m just sitting here on the back stoop looking at the green and drinking my second glass of…
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January 3, 2006
And is a creative word. The great AND. This I was able to write last night before collapsing back into my hard-won sleep. It was after midnight before drowse overtook an abnormal state of agitation (source unknown) and I fell asleep, only to waken from a dream with these words on my mind. A heavy…
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First Draft
November 23, 2014, 2:44 a.m. It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Just woke from a dream in which a woman is talking about writing with a fountain pen and how it is perfect for those times when you know what you want to write, and it is relatively short. Then I woke up,…
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The Mote and the Beam
What matters is what I am thinking, not what others are thinking. That’s really what it all comes down to. I can’t change what is happening, necessarily, but I can change what I think about what is happening. I make the choice, every moment. ∞ ∞ ∞ Verily, from one perspective it is bullshit for…
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Communion
Emma is on her knees digging in the garden as he sleeps, and she can feel when he dreams about her. Their hands press together, palms open. The bottoms of her feet burn with an intensity of feeling that suffuses her body. A world away he is loving her, and she barely breathes, allowing him…
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What if…
It is like it was before? What if it isn’t as good as it was before? I’m afraid of experiencing or not experiencing what I’ve previously experienced. But the fact–the fact— is, it is never like it was before. So stop it.
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A Story for Mothers’ Day
My mother and I have not been a part of each others’ lives for 13 years, and I think we both agree that this is for the best. However, for a few years, when I was in my twenties and early thirties, we were actually quite good friends and shared some good times together. This…
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A Main Theme
It’s only when we try to twist ourselves into unnatural (for us) shapes in order to conform to some perceived expectation that we go bad. Or crazy. It matters not what others think of you, because they will not be there when you die. They may be beside you, but no one but you can…
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Secular, or No-cular?
When I was five, I found out my best friend, Felicia, was Jewish. I was a WASP in the first degree, able to trace my roots back to Captain Miles Standish and the Mayflower (though I didn’t know that at the time). But I had been told about my privileged place on this earth, as one…
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Goodwill Hunting
Warm weather has me searching for clothes~ Loose, cool, natural fiber, Cotton is best. I walk in slow meditation, Hand outstretched, Gently playing duck, duck, duck, duck, duck Through the whites Yellows Oranges Reds Blues. I smile at azure, cerulean, indigo, Eyes drinking in the shades. Green Tags 50% Off Today. I have in my…
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Vessel
What does the bear carry on her back? Me. She carries me. We are looking for my soul. We are gathering bones And watering them with blood and tears. Grandmother carries me on her back, Out my front door and to the stars, Into the cold northeastern night Where four brothers dance And the world…