Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Friendship
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"…I want to get leaner and meaner, sharp-edged & earth-colored, till I fade away from pure joy." This is part of a verse written on a plaque that a friend gave me a few years ago. I thought of these words as I strolled beside Charly this morning on our walk. Yes, he's still scrambling…
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It wasn't until Monday afternoon that I opened the email letting me know a dear friend had undergone surgery that very morning for life-threatening heart problems. Because of the holiday and busy weekend, I hadn't checked my email for several days…it took me awhile to weed through the crap that had accumulated in my inbox.…
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I'm playing hooky from work today (with permission)…maybe not the wisest decision in many ways, considering the holidays last week (I don't get paid when I'm not there), the expenses of this past weekend, bills that will need to be paid and Christmas just around the corner. But last year I had boxes piled around the house…
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…a houseful of family, including all three of my kids…blue skies and mild temperatures perfect for opening windows, walking through the woods and up to the top of the hill, and playing ping-pong…my mother's cornbread dressing recipe and Thanksgiving Day dinner instructions…double ovens and Chinette plates…in-laws who chip in and help out… I'm grateful for friends…
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There are more truths in 24 hours of a [person's] life than in all the philosophies. – Raoul Vaneigem This struck a chord in me when I read it today. After a quick Googling and Wiki-read of Raoul, I'm not sure I would agree with him on much else, but on this we agree…what a difference…
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I blinked and a week vanished. At this very time a week ago, I was sitting in my parents' house…specifically at the kitchen table. Tom and I were there to celebrate my mother's birthday, although she didn't actually turn 78 until yesterday (Friday the 13th…a lucky day in our family!) but she graciously agreed to have a pre-celebration last…
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If I were an artist, I would paint a picture of this hollow as it looked this morning…muted greens and browns along the road where the mists and shadows of night still lingered…blazing golds and reds in the treetops and hillsides basking in the fresh sunshine….Max, Charly and Frankie making their way along the caliche road…
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Frankie pecked at the door this morning – "where the heck are you?" – pulling me away from my writing and out for our morning walk, later than normal. I was entangled with words and story, reluctant to stop, unaware of the time. The sun was already up above the hill, the hollow full of…
Long Hollow 