Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Indulgence
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea. ~e.e. cummings For the past few weeks, I've felt like a jumping bean, hopping from one project to the next, never quite finishing one before moving on to another, mentally filling to overflowing a shelf…
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For twelve years now I've trekked to the coast with friends for a much-needed respite from "routine". Two years ago, a beautiful weekend was made unforgettable: Laura Bush spent the night at the same condos we were staying in. I wrote about it (HERE), but didn't post the photos my friend Donna took with my camera of Laura…
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Monday morning I knew autumn had arrived, riding the tail of a brisk breeze from the north that dropped temperatures nearly twenty degrees. Robe wrapped tight and relishing the chill, I sipped coffee in my pajamas rocking on the deck of a log cabin nestled in the woods above a dry creek bed. We were at…
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Not wanting to be seen by anyone I knew, I ducked into a store quite a distance from our house, heading straight for the product I sought. I had been eyeing it for years, but until this moment, couldn't rouse the courage to actually buy it. Tucking the box under my arm so the name…
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Max stood still, letting the pond water soak through his thick fur. I watched him from a patch of shade on the hill above and marveled at the miracle of this pond. Rain is a distant memory, the lake has become a river, triple digit temperatures and blue skies seem neverending, and area wells are…
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I totally lost track of this week. Until this weekend, nothing extraordinary happened, but even so, it felt crazy and I was exhausted without knowing exactly why! Our empty nest isn't so empty right now – TG is still home for the summer, along with the contents of her dorm room, currently in Transition-Limbo, tucked…
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"Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." ~ Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption I've seen Shawshank Redemption a zillion times. And last night I had two zillion things to do. So when TG started watching it, I tried to ignore it and focus on what…
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Thank you to everyone who said a prayer, crossed their fingers or in some way tried to steer Tropical Storm Don more to the north, providing us with a better chance of rain to ease this drought. However, I just saw this post by my weatherman on Facebook… Dear Don,Thanks for nothing.Sincerely,Central Texas.p.s. Emily…we're counting…
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Max has finished eating and lies still at my feet. We both stare out into the Hollow. Cicadas hum. Birds chatter back and forth. Heat hasn't yet white-washed the cloudless sky – its crisp blue stretches like a fresh-washed sheet from horizon to horizon. A cardinal whooshes from one tree to another, just a flash…
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Never, ever did I dream of being a waitress. And yet, here I am, spending a Saturday dressed in black, small apron neatly tied around my waist, order pad in hand… Life is so funny. I've stumbled into a job that feels like a hobby. Don't get me wrong… I work at it! I sweat…
Long Hollow 