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Meaning in moments
What gives life meaning? Reading Being Mortal by Atul Gawande, I’ve found myself in a contemplative mood. What allows us to continue despite the loses we incur, Sometimes subtle, other times dramatic and cruel? Tonight, I introduced my kids to Darkwing Duck. The warmth of the youngest pressed against my side Filled me with a…
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A life worth living
The warmth of sun on my face, Turned toward the sky A sunrise in the morning, So beautiful it makes me cry The laughter of a child So free and true Storms rolling in Wind howling and blue Crunch of snow Underneath my feet Smiling at a stranger I happened to meet Long, glorious walks…
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Lights
In a room with a thousand light bulbs One by one They turn on The light is blinding With its simple glow When only a handful appear Will I survive A full illumination? Am I ready To brave such a clear world? With trembling, tentative steps I stand on the stage And chin held high,…
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Friday night
Falling into bed on Friday, I marvel at the changes the years have made. I’ve always loved early bedtimes, but now, Snuggling in the warmth of the bed, with my kittens and kiddos around me, it’s hard to concentrate. My youngest plays his games while I read, but listening to him talk proves hard to…
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Blue Monday
It’s said the third Monday of the year is the saddest. Well I may be bewildered at the time passing, but I’m not sad. It’s February with its fake Hearts and chocolates I think is harder for people, whenJanuary slowly fades away in a haze if ice and snow. Yet to me, things are coming…
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Artists
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Inner warmth
One month until St. Valentine’s Day. I feel hope even as the cold creeps into my fingers and toes, numbing, reminding me how glorious warmth is. I try not to whine, thinking of those who can’t get warm. Those with no home to go back to, no warm bed or bodies to snuggle. Those for…
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Sunday memories
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Road at my back
