Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Nostalgia
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A month. A week, day, hour. The moment that just passed. We all sit beside the Wishing Pool. Oh cool giver of sustenance! I'd drink from you if the taste didn't drive me to excess. Excessively expressed, no less. Mesmerizing ripples and profundity for nights on end. The wish to be heard when I don't…
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If you love language like I love language, you may have come across this essay on your travels. Read it more than once, perhaps? Well, lucky us: Saturdays are for sharing, pants-wearing is optional, and I can't pass up a chance to post wordy/bookish stuff that floats my goat. Fun Thing To Do (honest): watch…
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In a galaxy far, far away (i.e.: in one of time's many iterations) I am 12. I watch a new hope unfold. It is bigger than the screen in front of me. It surrounds and drowns out all other thoughts. The picture starts over at high noon so no one is late and no one…
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Each reader a gift and time is priceless. My gratitude to you for reading this sentence. Our path crossed, a message transmitted and received. What fun to wonder where words end up when I put away the scratchpad. I'd venture a guess these scribbles remain responsive despite their micro-sized presence in the Mighty Blogosphere. I'm…
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There is a reluctance to begin again. A new venture doesn't necessarily equate 'an adventure,' but know that change charges onward with or without our consent. I stand in front of frosted panes and weigh how heavily the rain will fall. The crosshatch from a shredded screen lends perspective to the rolling white infiniteness of possibility.…
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Oh to go where there are big antlered animals and the glisten of fish in every stream. Where winter is without a doubt wintry. Did I ever tell you I used to can homegrown vegetables? Pack it in, pack it out, leave no trace. Careful how you tread. Just leave me a clearing far from the…
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Experiences make us who we are. Choices must be made. The outcome? Something happens, it always does. Right or wrong or unexpected beyond belief. The reasons why we do things line our faces, whiten our hair, cloud our eyes. Then we know more than we ever thought possible. Good times are locked safe and tight…
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The best vantage point in the house is right here under the tree. Angels and snowmen rub noses. Stars dance above my head. Blinking, twinkling ~ red-blue-green-gold ~ the colors cast circles on the floor. In the middle of all the excitement is where I like to be. Even with my eyes closed, the worlds…
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We don't even own a frying pan, but the smell of bacon fat clings to the walls. The odor comes and goes. It's kind of homey and comforting, but also creepy. Pork, of all things. Sue-Ann and I are vegans! Am I having a dietary crisis? Am I about to pick back up all my…
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The undeveloped parcel across the highway was a spooky place for us kids. The trees, cedars and hemlocks mostly, sighed and groaned a lot. They disapproved of everything we did, from our bike rides through their territory to the cone wars where we aimed for each other's head. Sometimes we'd find things, like a single…
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