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Hands
Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…
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Phoenix
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Mother bear
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The journey
Pounding head, Racing heart Knowing less Than at the start Each day I fight the fight Wondering if I’ll reach the light Darkness sinks Me down again All I need Is at the end When the journey’s rough The way is clear Soon the shadows Disappear At the end A new beginning If only strength…
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March 11th Monday Musings
Another Monday morning. The sky is shot with pink and purple as I drop the kids off. Another weekend down, although this one at a more sedate pace. Fuelled by exhaustion and the youngest child vomiting, none of us felt much up for anything. But now as I drive to work, I realize I’m more…
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Project 333 and Me
I think I’m going to do this. I’ve been looking at my house the way a mama cat looks at her young over the last two months- ready to pounce and clean the crap out of it, whether they want it or not. Part of this is my latest fascination with minimalism. An old idea…