Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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"Lord, if your people need me, I will not refuse the work. Your will be done." ~St. Martin of Tours My big brother Buster was headed to Viet Nam, saying his goodbyes, when I stood beside him in this photograph and smiled. I had no idea what was ahead of him. This was…
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Belle's silhouette, a blacker black than the pre-dawn darkness, drew me through the French doors and out onto the deck this morning, but the golden orb resting on a nest of treetops just over the deck railing is what sent me scrambling back inside for my camera. I snapped before making the right adjustments, just…
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Today is the fifth of November. How can that be? Does anyone else feel the swoosh of time flying by? If I'm not careful, with just a blink it will be December Eve. November is full of writing challenges – novel writing, nonfiction writing, blogging… Why? Who decided this was a month to focus on writing?…
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Looking sharp in "business casual", he tucked his lunch into his backpack and headed out the door with Tom this morning before dawn. It's Daniel's first day at his post-college-graduation, adult-world job. He and Tom are carpooling right now until Daniel gets his own place in town. I stood there watching him as he grabbed…
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My Friday drifted away from me. I had a tight grip on it but then next thing I knew it was gone. It was one of those impulsive days… the kind where I start one thing and in the middle veer off onto something completely different… where I get a lot of little things done…
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…even before my eyes pop open, I pray… giving thanks, asking for guidance, and for the needs of my loved ones. That done, I stumble to the bathroom, splash water on my face, brush my teeth, "take care of business", and then head to the kitchen and start my coffee brewing. I need a bit…
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I start almost every morning with a walk down my dirt road with Belle and Max. Their joie de vivre is palpable. Contagious. I'm addicted to these walks, to watching my "puppies" greet each new day with passion and energy and optimism. Max and Belle were both strays who wandered up to strange houses with a…
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Why is Tom so happy? a. he won a million dollars! b. my book is getting published! c. middle son, recent-college-grad Daniel got a job! (Scroll down to see the answer…) (Scroll…) (Scroll…) (Scroll…) (A little more…) …
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Thoughts of my brother Buster flitted in and out of my mind today. My parents drove out to the cemetery as I'm sure they've done every October 16 for 29 years. As I'm sure I would do if I were in their place. I hope I'm never in their place. The following is a re-post…
Long Hollow 