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The kitchen
We are all a product of our childhoods, A mixture of our life experiences Melting together into a giant pot, stirred with the spoon of our upbringing, a dash of tribulation for good measure. The end result different depending on the chef, On the pot, On the ingredients, Each unique in some way Some are a…
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July 2nd
The day after a holiday is anticlimactic, All the promise gone, blown away on the breeze of yesterday, Leaving you with the faint sensation you’ve forgotten something, That only half of the anticipated joy materialized. You can’t quite put a finger on what The missing piece is, Only that it’s gone, scampered away…
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My Canada
Today is the anniversary of the foundation of my country, but not it’s birthday.My Canada was born in a massive event of the geographical sort. I wasn’t there, but so I’ve been told. Once upon a time, Pangaea was all there was, slumbering in an endless ocean. It yawned, stretched, and the land heaved apart, …
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Second Summers
The last day of June, and it officially feels like summer. Not only was the weather warm and sunny, but it was TGIF, and drivers were again proving that nice weather does not improve skills on the road. I raced through work, driven by the nice weather outside and the general contentment engendered within those I…
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Fall towards night
Heavy eyes, dragging down towards sleep, Iron fillings towards the magnet Memories of elementary school science, chasing brown pieces of metal, Dancing against their will Limbs heavy, Morpheus descending, Playing a song of serenity, Clouds drifting across my consciousness, Drawing back the night, Twilight pulls its curtain back, pins it with a star, memories of…
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Operation day
Today was an interesting, dichotomous experience. It was a sunny day with rain clouds filling the sky, but sprinkling only a dash of rain in the afternoon, hardly enough to call it rain in the end. My day reflected the weather. A little rain fell, but the sun broke through the clouds and reminded me…
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The wheel
I’ve been torn in many directions today, wondering about life in all it’s mysteries. Thinking about the giant wheel that goes around, leading us unerringly from beginning to end and back again I think of people on the bottom of Maslows hierarchy, struggling to make ends meet, To get enough warmth, shelter, and food to…
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Knowing the score
Today I felt a deep pit in my stomach. It swelled and grew, full of certainty and acceptance, with a side of sadness Every day I deal with people on the worst days of their lives, breaking bad news I hope I’m kind, and I hope my presence helps them walk through the mine field…
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What the what
I’m not technologically gifted. So every now and then WordPress is beyond me, and stops posting to Facebook. I then spend an irritating half an hour, or longer, attempting to figure it out, again. And this is after my two year old deleted the first post I had done tonight. So, a short couple of…
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Memories, acid, and social media
Do you have memories that make you cringe? I do. They stay hidden away in the attic, rattling around in the dark until something causes them to wake up and come back, awkward with their presence. Most of these memories are small, but some are doozies. Many are what I call my “Bridget Jones moments”,…