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Rocky Mountain Dreaming
It was a Saturday without complication. The crisp pine scented air filled my lungs with hope, and the bright sun lit up the mountains with glory. While I had work to do, my spirits felt lighter than they have for awhile, even through the phones calls and classes that took my morning and afternoon. I…
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Long weekend blues
The first long weekend of the summer season is finally here. I’m feeling the weight of responsibility like a lodestone around my neck. Too many goodbyes this week, too many sorrowful surprises. My well is dry and needs a chance to be replenished, but alas, it’s not yet my chance. I’m on call until next…
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My next 40 years
Well, here I am. Arriving at an age I couldn’t have imagined twenty years ago. Forty was so old then, dried up and established. I always thought I’d be an adult by now, but instead, I feel the same age, just more sore. Where’s the wisdom I expected to have achieved? Sure, I’ve got a…
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Goals for forty
I’m back to the time of year where I start to make lists of my goals. Many people do this at New Years, and I do sometimes as well. But this time of year, when I’ve completed another revolution around the sun, makes me take stock of where I am and where I’d like to…
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The tree
Time passes Rapid as the sea Rushing toward An old weathered tree When I look at its branches They don’t look like much Gnarled and twisted They lack a soft touch But while they may be rough And challenged by life I envy their simplicity As sharp as a knife Standing against the elements Proud…
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Tech and the cave girl
Another week, another day of work. Monday’s are always a rush to get everyone out of the house. Feed, water, dress the kids. Hope that their hair is vaguely presentable, with minimal dreads. Fast-forward through the morning and work, staff meeting, then a stolen lunch hour with my true love. And then time paused. Now,…
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Through a child’s eyes
Sometimes I like to sit quietly, And observe my children as they play They create such fabulous adventures together, Worlds like ours and yet Somehow, Their very own. Like mommy- Sam, daddy- Alex, Matt- baby. Or making “soup” in a sand bucket, While feeding the cats. They learn to use their imaginations And oh, The…
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What if’s
Sometimes the most unlikely roads create the most lasting memories. So many times I’ve made decisions that have changed the course of my life. The moment I decided I’d go to university, as the only path to a future. Now, I look at eighteen year olds and wonder. Watching them take a gap year, working…
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Life in review
I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve, as far back as I can remember. A little too loud, too honest. A cognitive filter with holes that are a little too large, allowing stray thoughts to skip through At inopportune times. With skin that shows every emotion, blushing with inner turmoil so easily that I’m…
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Grey day, watercolour memories
Another weekend- and month- have almost gone. Today decided to be more March in weather than yesterday’s July, which was a temporary step back in my mood, as well. But we carried on, through the rain and freezing drizzle as we drove to the mountains for another watersliding adventure. Without even a tantrum all day,…