Category: Blogs
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Nothing Lasts Forever
I am caught by the peculiar gravity of life, its sheer & unexpected weight. I am “impressed” by it in the same way a baby duck is imprinted – following whatever has grabbed my interest. To plead innocence at this age is to smile at the cosmic joke. Yet I do plead it – not […]
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Random Poems: Unknown Source
All the long, nonpareil days of August, I waited Walking beaches incessantly Combing the tides for word from you Only sea-glass emerged Not a word formed on foam. My hems are mud-clumped threads My boots caked in salt The flumes of my bonnet blown backward, Catching the joyriding wind. Not a whole shell is extant, […]
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The Blush of Being Still
My life has been sectioned off pretty securely. There was being a child, a ‘tween, a teen, etc. But when I thought the chrysalis sucked close to dry, I experienced a rebirth. Every time. The assuredness of God chucking me under the chin. I focused in on a quote today. It’s been on my desk […]
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Journeying to One
We wore fringe like the Buddhists wear bracelets: we became aware, the world danced around us, the lightest breeze lifting our spirits & our connections. Downward to earth, upward to sky, midline for the horizon. We honored the Directions, we knew when to burn sage, and how much. We sometimes walked through great clouds of […]
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Microcosmic Magic
I am losing height. I refuse to say “shrinking.” I say, instead that I am “condensing.” The saying about the teacher appearing when the student is ready & v/v takes on a new depth of character when I impose upon it my idea that an avatar is a teacher. Avatars are icons, a ton of […]
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First Rung
The thoughts sometimes gang up on each other, yeh? I catch myself in the midst of one even as another is waiting offstage, tapping a toe. So many analogies can be drawn: the next wave in the ocean when I’m still tumbling from the last one. I live near the Rio Grande, a handy river […]
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Wolves
Going up the stairs is so different from coming down. The wolves at the door watched, silent, as I left Growling as I returned My stare equal to the threat. There is a way around this Yet to be found. So I enter the waking day through the Door of Dreams Destinations unknown, glowing in […]
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Mindfulness
(To GE*) This essay is about discovering mindfulness. Oh, not in the Tibetan way. I am reading a book called “Belladonna” by Anne Bishop. It is the second in a trilogy – but I have missed the first one, as usual. Second books of series build the plot, layer the pot: the villain […]
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Moonrise: 2:30 a.m.
I woke at 1:30 a.m. I often wake during the middle of the night if I’ve not had enough physical activity during the day, but more if I have something pending, when Mind wants to work out that event, that idea, that problem. I try not to wake up to worry, tho that happens occasionally. […]
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Happy Easter, World
To my sister, Teri. I love you, dear. Come, sit awhile in my stony yard, remember with me. Here, in New Mexico, where grass is a rare commodity, one dares not venture outdoors barefoot. But I don’t worry about my feet when my face craves the sunshine. I look up & close my eyes to […]
Riding the Light 