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December 25th
I’m lying in bed, stuffed to the gills, wondering how it’s even possible to eat as many items as we did tonight. It reminds me of a satire piece in a medical journal a few years ago about the “extra stomach” for desserts that appears, referred to as “the pot au creme.” While it may…
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Communal space
I lay in the bed I remember from so many years ago, listening to the soft sounds of my little one falling asleep. He went quietly tonight, without a whimper after becoming more and more wound up playing games with Pop-Pop. It was as if all the batteries ran out at once, and he gave…
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Journey Home
The road is long Torn between the warmth ahead And the comfort behind It stretches out interminably And yet What lies ahead is worth the journey Home to my youth Home to family The struggle is half the enjoyment The destination sweeter For the effort required to get there.
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The magic of the season
When I sat down to rest for the first time tonight, I was struck by how miraculous life is. It’s been a long week of sickness, worrying about a few people who aren’t doing as well as I’d like, wishing I had the same kind of powers the people in my books do. I could…
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Purpose
Pulled towards the light Caught in a tractor beam Each step one towards That which is inevitable A calling like none other Driven to duty Determined and unyielding Every day another day closer Infinity awaits
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Art and Science
Another day where I look through my inbox and discover bad news for someone. It happens almost every day, in one way or another. Part of doing what I do is to listen, ask questions, and find clues. I think it’s fitting that Sherlock Holmes was created by a doctor, because I often feel like…
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Home
No matter how long the road, or how hard the climb. No matter that the wind and rain may push me down. At the end of the journey, a light still shines, guiding me. My eternal compass shows me the way, To hearth and comfort. To the family I love. Waiting for me with warm…
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Bliss
What is this feeling? Softness falls with the stealth of night Quiet and unassuming, overpowers my sight. The bliss of silence cloaks my ears Children one, two, three now disappear Into their beds, tucked safely away. Mother and father, survive another day.
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Night on golden pond
Golden night falls, Silent on the mirrored glass Branches sway in the breeze Haunting sounds caught, And into the darkness pass
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The gifts we bring
Today left me musing about the sometimes meager changes I bring for those around me. I deal with sickness and loss, love and life on the small scale, every day. Some days, I feel as though I’ve chipped away a tiny corner, shedding the scales from the layers that life glues on us all Other…