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Family Sunday
I spent today working on the idea of being present. I hear a lot about it lately, “being present” The idea that you need to really experience your life. On the surface, this sounds remarkably dumb. Like, you’re immersed in your life, how the heck can you be present more than just being there? But…
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Endless love
I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…
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St Valentine’s Day
St Valentine’s Day. If there’s any day of the year to be suspicious, this literally should be the day. With the exception of days like Friday the 13th or April fools, maybe even the Ides of March, no other day of the year carries such a heavy burden. The burden of love and romance. This…
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Winter Sunday dreaming
The weekend blurred again, far too short to accomplish everything in my list. Some things have to be done, like laundry and dishes, but all the others were once again relegated to the pile of “when I get around to it” As much as I love to make lists, the best mneumonic I’ve ever found…
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The eyes of my child
My little one was sad today. He missed me, and didn’t want me to go. So, instead of having a date of running errands with my husband, I was greeted with my two men when I came out of the dealership. I’d dropped off the car for routine oil change and work, and came to…
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Goodnight
She said her goodbyes today Her “I’ve had a great life, and oh, the times I’ve had” I smiled and tried to brush the implications aside, said “I’ll see you next week.” She smiled, closed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Suddenly, just when I thought she’d fallen asleep, her eyes opened, sharpened, “Look after him…
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Let sleeping toddlers lie
My little man is growing up. I’m watching him with mixed feelings as he snores on my lap. Having refused a nap earlier, he’s already passed out, an hour before his regular bedtime. He’s getting so big. Talking and telling funny stories (well, he thinks they are at least. I usually have no idea why…
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Citizen’s arrest
Do you have a permit for that anxiety? Sometimes it would be nice if a police officer could stop you for thinking nonsense. Someone to hold up their hand and blow a whistle, flag you down and give you a ticket. Say “back off, get your own sandwich”, or something similar. A thought blocker like…