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My island
Do you remember? The moment you first realized you were an island, apart from the continent of your birth? Seperate and independent, sailing along on your own. Slowly, identity formed Self determination grew, with all the attendant storms and gales. I watch as my little one splits off, becoming his own creature, manifesting his will,…
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Dawn’s light
Beautiful skies, a trademark of a prairie morn. Amazing how looking east feels like home and stability, and looking west smells like adventure. Rockies vs ranges, future and past. I dream of climbing to the top. But my feet stay on the firm prairie soil. The fear of height is in my blood, grounded and…
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Physical fitness
Walking in, a cacophony of children assaults my senses. Shrieks on hardwood floor, echoing wildly against the mirror. I’m transported to my childhood, old gym sounds unchanged, a portal to the past. Hard work and fun with exertion, and I remember why I love it so
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The mountains
Moments are fleeting and few. Born on the wind’s back, through clouds of slate blue that pierce every crack. Today we played in the rain as it turned into snow, cold hands on a swing chain Children cold, but ready to go The mountains covered in white So solid and true Fresh air blowing my…
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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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Rat race
This life is an express train Rolling down the track Anytime someone cries They get no money back Tick, tick, tock Time marches on Faster than feelings, until the clock is gone Hyperventilating 101, Chronos doesn’t care. He flips the bird, Lets it fly, up into the air That’s it and thanks a lot, I’d…
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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…