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Category: Balance
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Selective memory has atrophied the ability to see situations clearly.But do we not do the things one ought to do?Like? Like paying bills.Playing it safe.The What-If Game takes up more and more of our time as we find ourselves stuck in a groove from decades ago just like the old timers we once despised.The mirror…
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We stared at a map on the wallDuring a break from paying our dues Just you and me and the man in the treeLens focused on capturing what cannot be seenA howl from the other room warned of a time to comeThat would define us all too soon Like brilliant silver light from a dying…
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there’s a hollow place that fills the space in which you once presidedwoodland imagessisters gathered at a picnic tablebeers all around and one glass of wine strange inflection on second syllableshands that were the object of a stranger’s admirationa son whose name is the same as my own your journey now is one of real…
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Curiosity is no crime. Language barrier? No such thing. But from time to time we wander into uncertain terrain. Let us hope we've crossed paths with an opportunity to learn and make a new friend. The alternative evokes images of a cookfire with a pot of something simmering in need of a good tater or…
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Bitti is broken. Art is her tether to this tenuous moment, and he packed up and left town last week. Where does our mind wander when dreams die? Do we become the catalyst of our own demise? Bitti loves what she loves and accepts the risks. She got what she asked for, so she has…
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Hey '23! Embrace the new role of Chief Intuitioner. Set the intention to create, not ruminate. Read more, scroll less. Doom is in the eye of the idle. Don't expect the goal line to move toward you. A wish that leaves no heartbeat quickened is bound to become another daydream that'll lead you further from…
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So traumatized Chuck still works the mines.A poet's soul with hardened arteries.The company doesn't pay Chuck for his turn of phrase and artist's heart. It's a tough task to write the perfect stanza when crafted in the arc of a headlamp.
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Tomorrow is not a promise, but it is a reason to turn the page. As scattered as one's attention may be, there is a path to be found through the misdirection. Strategy is more than projection. Every idea is an invitation to define one's purpose. Restlessness is what propels the impulse to create. Creation isn't…
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compliance impliedan exclamation points northmethodology debatecopypastea specialist in processimplementation manage the mayhemrevision as decisioncandidates come cheap My supervisor said we sometimes don't get a choice in what we do, and I thought: Really? We don't? Says who? Just like uncle Joe used to say: There's always an escape hatch. Are you gonna crawl through it,…
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A blessing in the skies looks different to each of us. This morning as I looked up in the 6:45 a.m. heavens, scattered with puffed and wispy salmon-tinted clouds, I saw my beloved schnauzers Jethro and Bruno scamper about on a biscuit-shaped cumulus congestus that rolled past my house. That's when it occurred to me,…
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