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Pandemic
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Morning reflections
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Meaning in moments
What gives life meaning? Reading Being Mortal by Atul Gawande, I’ve found myself in a contemplative mood. What allows us to continue despite the loses we incur, Sometimes subtle, other times dramatic and cruel? Tonight, I introduced my kids to Darkwing Duck. The warmth of the youngest pressed against my side Filled me with a…
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Destiny
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Homecoming
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The forging
It’s strange how routine invades, Makes even the most bitter event feel somehow okay again. Changes things, Smoothing them into the way they’ve always been again. I am a blade, Honed by hands wiser In the forges of my destiny Each blow that lands Meant to strengthen Until finally, I am dipped in the oil…
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Sunday memories
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Road at my back
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Clairvoyant
The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…