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Category: Peace
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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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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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My problem? I've got too much vision. It fogs up my View-Master. When the little pictures spin so fast I can't tell where I'm at, or what it is I see, I consult the works of others. Stories that germinate inside someone else's melon provide a useful barometer for my foul weather days. Some rough…
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too much noisenot the right kind of stimulipatience is in short supplyit gets pulled/punched/stretched/snappedlittle things become big dealswhen the permission slip is signed Hold up… Turn down the volume = no more noise.Not everyone's story needs to be heard. Practice gratitude when you're not in the mood.The small stuff is what days are made…
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The 10th is when the barrier between our worlds becomes thin as monofilament. Eight Octobers have revealed glimpses of how you spend your days now that clocks and calendars are unnecessary: Accurate casts hit the target in swift-moving rivers. The crowd chants "DEFENSE!" Sweet, crisp air is ringed by thick, delicious smoke. Karaoke. Today…
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i get a short-of-breath, wobbly knee feeling at this time of year. scalp tingles while eyes tear up and gooseflesh stretches over my bones. i look best wind-whipped and splintered as the yellows and reds compliment my temperament. my hair is a tangle of autumnal neglect. i celebrate these short-lived days before i return…
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Waverly learned "the K word" early on in her career as a mischievous miniature schnauzer. Food was a huge deal, and Waverly's girth, for most of her 15 years, was a testament to her love (o.k…obsession) of kibble. She was surprisingly quick on her feet, though. Let her loose on a good sandy shoreline and…
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My skin tingles. My appeal to the Warden of the Wood hangs in the air, caught on a current of despair. I enter this place in good faith. My heart is open to reveal desire and longing, pride and shame. I utter an oath of loyalty. The words catch in my throat. I have no…
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Gary didn't do moderation well. For him, the pendulum swung between ALL and NOTHING. Everything exists. Everything does not exist. Gary got all hot and itchy when he pictured himself positioned in the middle of anything. The one place, however, he could entertain the thought of two truths was his dad's pea patch. Sure, Gary…
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Tuesday's Meditation: I often wonder if we humans are interested in achieving a state of peace and perfect balance. Turmoil propels what is profitable and newsworthy. Does my good turn or kind word even create a ripple against the tide of conflict? I think a lot about it; try to live it, but I'm not…
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