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April 25, 2016
It is said that ancient mariners, when wanting to view one particular star more clearly, knew to look slightly off to the side of that star rather than directly at it. Counterintuitive perhaps, but just try it some dark night.
Turns out, this is because of the physical...
April 11, 2016
Dear one, your beauty and spirit are extraordinary; your young lithe body and creative mind are a wonder.
In movement, as dance or karate - beauty is function, in movement with grace. In dance as art form, in no way mechanical. In other “fine movement,” you make jewelry a...
March 24, 2016
It looked so perfect. It was so perfect!
I’d thought I would surprise my husband and (ugh) stack all of the firewood in the pile at the top of our driveway. He would come home to the ever-so-welcome empty space.
The task was Herculean – bend, toss, heave the wheelbarrow a...
December 7, 2015
Houses in this neighborhood are not supposed to burn to the ground.
They don’t burn at all.
This is a nice neighborhood, with nice neighbors and quiet. People walk their dogs and children play. Houses don’t burn. That happens in other neighborhoods. You read about
August 6, 2015
My father loved lupines. They grew in Scotland where we lived for a few years, wild, when I was a teen.
Perhaps they reminded him of that time.
Here in the eastern States, they are not a common thing, and finicky to grow - expensive to buy (each time) in 5-gallon container...
Letter to a Dear Young Friend
Sometimes, my best effort fails
Juxtaposition: New upon old, suddenly
My father loved lupines
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