Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just thinking…
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It was while standing at the kitchen counter first thing this morning, pouring water into the coffee pot and still mostly asleep, that I glanced up and spotted the open door. And I remembered: She's gone again. After weeks of being mostly here, of holidays and work days and carpools and visits to the library…
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A gray day spent dealing with frustrations over computer glitches, rude people, and staff who are so quick to deny responsibility for a problem that they fail to listen or offer productive advice (their job – what my money is paying them to do.) A day I dreaded, because I anticipated all of these problems…
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Silly me. I'm longing for balance in my life, between work and play, book and blog, drums and laundry, sleep and wakefulness … but I envisioned this balance as a stagnant thing, like evenly weighed scales. Boring. Life is about moving, and now I realize balance is a verb, a see-saw in constant motion, each…
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What I love about blogging is being able to scroll through my past weeks, months, years, refreshing my tired memory on the details of my life. What annoys me about blogging is finding discrepancies and contradictions in my own words. Yesterday, out of curiosity, I glanced at my entries for January 2010. To my surprise, I actually made…
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I sit in a corner of Mam-ma's bedroom in front of the piano, fingers splayed in position, tapping out the notes I'm reading from my Lesson Book. Or my sister's – I liked her music more than mine. The piano is an upright, with old family photos displayed on top that distract me. There's one…
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I went to church tonight. I've been to church at night a lot lately. It is a holy season, after all. I like going at night. I'd rather not go anywhere, of course, but if I can't just stay home, church isn't a bad place to be. I like approaching the lit building from the…
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"Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that." ~Norman Vincent Peale I spent the first part of the evening paying bills, whittling away at our bank account. Easy come, easy go. I already knew – and the kids knew – this would be a record-breaking teensy Christmas, as…
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It's been a morning of sadness for me. A morning for shedding tears. Several emails waited quietly in line to inform me that a friend from my DuPont days was killed over the weekend. Roger wasn't one of my closest friends out there – I'm not sure if we ever even worked the same shift,…
Long Hollow 