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The wilderness
Some times the forest is dark, With shadows at every turn The moon is faint, The way is dim Eyes linger upon your back You feel so alone, There’s no way out Your breath is caught In sorrow and regret. But even in the darkest night; Lost in the deepest of thickets There’s always 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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Wednesday’s warrior
They say that laughter is the best medicine, and it has this doc’s seal of approval. I began another day fatigued, but felt my spirits and energy levels rise when I got into the shower this morning. My conversation with the three year old went like this, “Get in the shower my little flower” 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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Time and relatives
A Saturday morning of quiet reflection. I spent the morning at the Toyota dealership, waiting while they exchanged our winter tires for summer ones. We may be taking a chance, but it’s time for me to believe that spring is firmly here. As I waited, I had a chance to reflect on my life. Almost…
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May the 4th
May the fourth be with you. I said it a few times today, always with a wink or a smile. Some people didn’t get it, while most people my era or younger did. It made me consider the seasons of life for some strange reason. Like the tide rolling out and back in, Star Wars…
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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…