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A Cowardly but Respectful Lion

Yesterday I talked about being brave. But I am still like Dorothy’s cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz. I’m not quite up to snuff, not up to confrontations. Never have and maybe never will. There’s something not quite kosher … Continue reading

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HOW I SPEND MY DAYS

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. – Annie Dillard I wish I could write such insights as Annie Dillard. But then I’m not a Pulitizer winning authour. She has written many books. I … Continue reading

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D is for DISCIPLINE

Saturday The snow storm came this morning. I was happy it came later rather than sooner. I made it to the embroidery seminar before the blowing snow gave me thought for pause. Being that there was 3 of us made … Continue reading

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THEY’RE JUST LIKE US

Egads! Having a fur baby is like having a real baby. When there is something wrong, they can’t articulate so that you can understand. They cry/bark and cry/bark. Nothing seems to help. Their distress is distressing. There’s no reasoning with … Continue reading

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HEAVEN, I’M IN HEAVEN

I’ve felt the heavens shift today. I think I’m going to be ok. I’ve painted my blues away. When the going gets tough, I fake it and keep going. What else can I do? Pout, stay in bed, cry, give … Continue reading

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LIKE THE LIONS

January 14th, 9:30 am. The sun finally shows itself. The day is supposed to be longer. It’s only so minusculely, lengthening by mini seconds daily. Patience and fortitude are the words necessary for this month. I picture myself sitting stalwart … Continue reading

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THE STRANGER AT THE DOOR

I love the poem Love After Love by Derek Walcott. I first heard it recited by Jon Kabat Zinn, the founder of MBSR  (mindfulness-based stress reduction). It is about learning to love ourselves, to be present and at home in our … Continue reading

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