Monthly Archives: April 2013

CHEWSDAY REFLECTION

nI re-discover again how kale’s ki1 very clearly takes it into the form of a fractal2. Quite a thing for the first meal of the day, breakfast. (Yes, I did just see Jurassic Park 3D, for anyone who might wonder). … Continue reading

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SUMMER’S SIEGE

Though it’s still true the weepy rain may yet, at times, break through and fall on me and you. . . and steady heat wilts often into cold. . . Despite all that, we’ve reached a point, as we go … Continue reading

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LULL BEFORE THE SUMMER

Fog hovers gray above this living day. . . the mild cold, stubborn, in the way. . . come to hush the push of ever-lengthening day that broadens into summer. . . A wisp of steam seeps up from kitchen … Continue reading

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WHAT YOU WANT AND WHAT YOU GET

What you want’s not always what you get. . . so often goes the game, But a quiet interlude that opens you to gratitude helps you accept– Then, things can switch a bit– So what you get and what you … Continue reading

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THE DAWN OF THE NEW DAY

The dawn of the new day: the reach of each sun’s ray that’s come here from so very far away holds much promise. . . Together all the rays and we can fill the sky. . . The eight light … Continue reading

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RESTORED FOR A SONG

Sometimes things are gone. . . seeming to oblivion. . . when I have merely placed them wrong, But when and where I least suspect, at times in a place I KNOW I’ve looked, they “POOF!”– SHOW UP!!– And just … Continue reading

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STILL LOVE

Stillness the only cure for agitation. . . Love the only way to stillness, as arms around a crying or an angry child that squirms until she’s tired of being confined– and then she stops. . . and, maybe takes … Continue reading

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