Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Feeding the Spirit
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Just as I suspected, I spent several hours catching up on e-mails last night. (Or trying to, at least. I was behind before I even left for vacation last week.) Two of them really stood out – enough that I decided to share them here, before I start boring everyone with vacation pictures and stories.…
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Yesterday morning as Max enjoyed his breakfast, I sipped my coffee and watched the clouds drift across an electric blue sky… a sky so blue I imagined God uploading it to Picasa and hitting the 'saturate' button to achieve it. Two Great Blue Herons flew down the Hollow in front of me, following the creek…
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Leash-walking a newly-spayed-and-coned puppy several times in the night through the overgrown "wild grass" on our driveway in my nightgown and flip-flops… not my idea of fun. But meeting the full moon right outside the door… stepping out into a world washed with its light… hearing the distant howl of coyotes… …pure magic. (And almost…
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It was dawn, but little light filtered through the gray clouds; Belle was merely a shadow on the other side of the French doors, a silhouette of a well-behaved puppy, sitting politely, patiently. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was watching me, silently begging for an early walk. I can't resist puppy…
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"The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough." ~ Rabindranath Tagore The Hollow is filled with butterflies these days… word got out about all of the beautiful wildflowers, I suppose. Many of them are too quick for me and my camera, but this beauty stayed put long enough for me to snap several shots. …
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I rolled into Galveston after dark. It was the final section of the I-45 Time Tunnel I'd been traveling for almost an hour, seeing each of the sites clearly despite nightfall. Perhaps better, because the darkness blocked reality, allowing me to see each place as I remembered it… …there was Almeda Mall and its movie…
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…is freedom's shield and hope." – John Philip Sousa Today is Flag Day. I almost forgot about it… How easy it is to get so busy with our lives that we take for granted those things which make it possible to move about so freely that we get too busy to remember… so freely…
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The sun finally broke through the clouds today… both those above my head and the ones in my heart. I can think about Frankie, imagine him in his place at the French doors and even look at his pictures without crying, thanks to friends who have shown such compassion and understanding of my sorrow.…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
Long Hollow 