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A typical Monday
Another winters’ day, colder than I’d like, with the crunch of snow and the bite of the arctic in the air. I hate going outside when it’s like that, And yet, it’s so pretty I can’t help but marvel at the sharp edges on everything. The air smell so crisp, like frozen life and sunshine.…
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Snowy roads, warm hearts
I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow. On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the…
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Cabin fever
I’m not quite sure when I started this blog. I remember it was March, but I don’t know if it was the beginning or the end. So, to ensure that I achieve my goal of one full year, I’ll go above and beyond by aiming for the end of the month. The thought of “what…
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Beginning and End
Reboot Restart Find the end Pull it apart A piece of thread Yarn unravel Worn away By years of travel Beginning and end The middles can’t meet Truth in the journey bittersweet Winter comes Summer goes Rain will fall, Cold wind blows The inevitable passes Days go by Thoughts run rampant Even life will die
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A February Winter’s Eve
Today is the last day of February. A short month with a lot of viruses infecting our house. I’m tired of winter, tired of coughing, tired of feeling old and deaf, tired of watching the sun get dim so early in the evening. But tonight, as I watched my family picked places on the couch…
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Premonition
Have you ever had a premonition? A feeling so powerful that you just knew If you turned the corner, opened your eyes standing there would be something you’d already seen, experienced, lived? Is it the dream that wakes the dreamer? Or a reality already lived? Does the soul remember everything it’s never seen Or forget…
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Black Panther
I climbed out of my cold long enough to see a movie today. I’d been wanting to see it since the first preview, stunned by the impressive special effects, awes by the astral majesty. I thought it was a movie about an advanced alien race at first, not up on the full mythology of the…
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Simple life
Another day In another town Simple life Can’t get him down He walks around Assays the land Does his work With his own hand Smiles at the sun Across the field Waiting for The summer’s yeild A simple time And simple place Pride in a day’s work You can’t replace I look at my day…
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Perspective
Oh this was a long day! Encrusted with germs, donated by my generous children, I struggled to drink my coffeee and keep it down while working and sanitizing my hands and all surfaces with alcohol I made it, somehow, but the nausea rolled all day- like the good times, but less enjoyable. And somehow, my…
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Perpetual motion machine
Small children are perpetual motion machines Driven by the energy they suck out of their parents Their rambunctiousness Inversely proportionate To the state of their parent’s patience Fueled by mischief and sugar They run rampage in a constant stream of noise Sprinkling toys and destruction In their wake Small and mighty They rule the roost…