With a leg up and a firm grip, the best seat in the house transports me beyond these four walls and the coming of Monday. For tonight, a young man’s sorrows are my escape.
Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Symbols live because they are the language of dreams and meditation. We breathe our lives into the mythical.
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If words should happen to escape me, I’ve got pictures scrolling across the inside of my eyelids. Handy entertainment when the brain’s in a mood to wander.
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A peaceful kitchen scene of a Christmas cactus. I hope it blooms in time for Valentines Day.
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nature’s golden globe
sun’s cousin casts light on night
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Say hello to my little giant.
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A Sunday that saw the home team lose and an afternoon of office work. Seems a nightcap of pizza will soothe the sting of such an unfortunate thing.
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A Highlight and Note from Theresa Largusa
Such fun it is to play with words. Today I linked my Kindle to my Twitter account so I can share notes as I'm cuddled up with a book. If you are so inclined, do the same and perhaps we'll pass notes back and forth across the ether.
Happy Reading!
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An ordinary, everyday moment preserved.
Another way in which to mark time.
A memory to be found when it's most needed.
A January spent thinking of home.
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