Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just thinking…
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Candles flicker, casting shadows. The lights are dimmed and I sit near the back, watching the flames. It's quiet – so quiet I hear the ringing in my ears over the distant sounds of cars passing the church. I almost talked myself into just staying home. I feel so tired … what if I fall…
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Chores, lists, bills, a book, all waiting for me, starving for attention, calling my name like a bunch of squabbling kids as soon as I step through the door. I ignore them – I'm getting good at that. Actually, I think I've always been good at that. Instead, I call the…
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I knew baby ducks followed their mamas all in a line, but…baby flowers? I took the dog and bird for a walk after work again today; it was just too perfect to go inside. I noticed this flower and its babies, all in a row, and had to run back for my camera…
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I'm whooped. Overwhelmed. Plumb tuckered out, chopped up, and stir-fried. Kids, dog, future dog, bird, house, land, job(s), writing, projects, money, me, husband, parents, siblings and kids, cousins, friends, etc….plus the maintenance and upkeep of every single one (this includes phone calls, emails, prayers, and just plain remembering…) It's all spinning, spinning, spinning in my…
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I'm a LOST addict. I'll just get that out of the way right now. My son got me hooked sometime late in the first season, despite my scorn and cynicism and efforts to ignore it. Now, I'm not an expert and I don't spend hours ripping all of the clues apart for hidden…
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It's a darling place, my son's girlfriend Kirby's first apartment. The wooden floor and vintage telephone niche give its age away, but it has held up better than most 50+-year-olds I know. Yes, it's obvious it's had a little "work" done…some nips and tucks and new cabinets…but nothing outlandish, fake or too youthful. Hubby Tom and I got…
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I was sitting on the back deck yesterday morning, waiting for Max to finish his breakfast, when a small cardinal flew up and landed on the railing right in front of me. I'd love to believe he just wanted to greet me with a warm Good morning! which is what I told him, but I…
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In homage to Shake Russell's song, "What This Heart Holds", I decided, for Valentine's day, for Tom, I'd take a look inside. Here are a few things I discovered this heart holds… Intense blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, freckles scattered across broad shoulders… The fear and excitement of new love…that moment of recognition, that instant when my heart…
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Max is stretched out behind me on the livingroom rug – it's a "hand-me-down" we received from a friend of a friend, so I'm not concerned about him shedding on it or anything. He's not an indoor dog and from where I sit here at the computer, barely two feet away, I can smell him…it's…
Long Hollow 