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Senses
Sometimes we expect too much from ourselves. Push too hard, relax too little. The crusty little general inside barking out more orders than wishes, Not letting you get the rest you need, to heal your tired soul. At times like that you can feel burdened and overwhelmed. That is when it’s time to listen, Breathe.…
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I love you, you’re perfect, now change
Sometimes when I think about the day, I feel a great sigh of release. Especially on fridays, I’m full of relief that another week has been successfully navigated, with all its obligations and hours somehow fulfilled. It’s late. I’ve just returned from Stage West, a dinner theatre that we have season tickets to. We bought…
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Rest stop
Tuesday is tired day this week. 48 + hours into another busy week, and my energy has stalled out, as though I forgot to fill the gas tank. I’m a cautious person, and have a tendency to fill up at half full, unlike those brave souls that live risky and wait until the needle has been…
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Monday night review
Another Monday, come and gone. I’m sitting in a stupor on the couch, arm wrapped around a soft little boy, lap full of black cat. For a brief moment, I feel calm, the wind that howls from the constant storm inside abated. I feel grateful for how warm and happy I am, with my loyal…
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New arrival
A new day. Like any other, except for those that come before and after. A slight change, by degree if not design, suddenly the world is changed, richer? One more creation in the world, it will ascend to a place on my shelf, In my heart, Maybe touch another on its way? My paperback newborn
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Living the dream
Excitement bubbled under the surface all day. Knowing that tomorrow I’ve achieved something I never thought I would has given me such an incredible feeling, it was all I could do not to succumb to a state of anxiety and joy and just sit in a corner and wait. I continued with my everyday life…
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The dark
Cloaked in darkness, Swirling in the night. Doubts creep out, unafraid of the light. Like vampires they lurk, gliding on air. Tyrants of thought, opressors of care. Burdened by unknowing desperate for relief, oblivious to goodness, overwhelmed by their grief. Tamping it down only works for awhile. Inevitably it bursts forth, tired of it’s exile.…
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Imposter
What if they notice? realize I’m a fraud? Would they string me up, send me to my God? Will they judge me, lest they be judged back? The luggage of doubt which I carry in my sack. With age comes experience, with experience dismay. I thought I’d get smarter, but I’ve got nothing to say.…
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The cold
Oh man. Rhinovirus is not just a funny sounding disease. At least, I assume that’s what I have right now, based on the exceptional quality of the congestion and scratchy throat that I’m experiencing. Luckily, it was a light day. My six year old diminutive doppelgänger had her follow up with the ENT, and managed…