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Dawn in the mountains
I love the quietof the almost-dawnThe crunch of snowbeneath my feetwhile the stars twinkleThe earth holds her breath,waiting for the sunto enter from the eastand wake her from her rest
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Sunday thoughts
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Questions
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House of dreams
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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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A life worth living
The warmth of sun on my face, Turned toward the sky A sunrise in the morning, So beautiful it makes me cry The laughter of a child So free and true Storms rolling in Wind howling and blue Crunch of snow Underneath my feet Smiling at a stranger I happened to meet Long, glorious walks…
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Destiny
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Lights
In a room with a thousand light bulbs One by one They turn on The light is blinding With its simple glow When only a handful appear Will I survive A full illumination? Am I ready To brave such a clear world? With trembling, tentative steps I stand on the stage And chin held high,…
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Shoulders
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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…