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THEN AND NOW– THE WAY OF THE WORLD

We have things now, gadgets, stuff, waxy plastic paper cups, and wonderful machines, for which, once, there was no knowing or know-how to fit them in our hand or cuff– or rashly make or think them up– not even in … Continue reading

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THE PATH FROM “OH TOO MUCH!”

Oh too much of oh too many things!! Not enough of the better kind of stuff that lets my body hum and moves my heart to sing. . . A brand new set of habits must I seek in order … Continue reading

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WHAT IS THIS ASH?

What is this ash? What is this dust? It’s but a fraction of what once was my only source of love. . . A few bright petals sprinkled in the grayish powder, box of pine. . . she looks so … Continue reading

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CAPTAIN’S LOG

Though it’s Greek to me to think, “Stardate,” I think, by now I see it’s not so early in my life, but luckily, it’s also not too late. . . Fresh summer morning light diffused ignites my sparkle, even while … Continue reading

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