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Age is irrelevant
So tired. It’s only nine o’clock, but the week has been long. In between meetings and obligations, I’m not sure how I did it all. Saturday night now, and I want to sleep after the day, week, month I’ve had. I remember when nine was when you started getting ready to go out on Saturday, as…
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The last
One lonely leaf Drifts down, Gently settling On the ground Slowly it fades Into its peers, Orange turning brown Until it disappears Once bright green It’s life is past, come full circle Death arrives at last
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Mighty
Some days I feel so small, a tiny cog in a big wheel, ready to crush me under it’s uncaring weight. Alone in a group, Odd and out of place. Not quite in step With the rest of the human race. Then I remember what happens With giant machines. They may tremble and shake the…
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Unsettled
The feeling curls around my throat, Loose at first then becoming Tight, The coils of a python trapping me Within a tight embrace I wonder Will I escape? Shiny though the scales are, warm and smooth, Soft in the caress of death. Deceptively dangerous, I gasp for breath Searching for a last crumb Of release …
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Sail away
It’s a tired day today. Nothing wrong, no giant stressors, but tired, weary in my bones. I’ve caught myself dreaming of a real vacation today in a way that I haven’t for awhile. It feels like the last time I was free was forever ago, and I’m not sure how to get there anymore. How do…
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The birthday party
The day before my middle child’s birthday was a busy one. All of the preparations that go into normal life milestones unfolded in quick succession. First, we waved our goodbyes to friends who’d been staying with us, envious of their week venture into the Rockies in Bob, the RV. A trip that we most likely…
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Recreate
Sometimes you have to start fresh, explore what you want from the world. Get away, and see the world through new eyes, as though each thing you encounter is unknown. When things get stale and your groove becomes a rut which becomes a hole, It’s time to start climbing until you can see daylight again.…
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Warmth on a cold day
Thursday. What to write on such a normal day? It’s a thorny problem that sometimes plagues me on the journey to write daily. What to do when the inspiration doesn’t move me? When I can’t think of anything new or exciting? Go back to the beginning. It was a good day. I finished proof reading…