Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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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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I rarely watch videos (who has time?) but made an exception for this one. By the end of it, I was in tears. His words spoke straight to me as much as to those kids just stepping into their lives. I'm starting my day with a renewed vow not to waste another minute. Thanks, Steve,…
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I dropped off my camera last Thursday for some much needed TLC. It was way overdue. Just imagine… four years of trips to the beach and walks down my dusty road. Oh, poor, neglected thing. When I finally had it back in my hands, I expected it to work like it was brand new. Instead,…
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"I can't picture you in a hard hat," Bob from my church told me after reading "A View from a Catwalk". I've spent the last two days thumbing through thirteen years of photos in preparation for a DuPont reunion and thought of Bob every time I came across one of me in my hard hat.…
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"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer." - Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885 Wednesday night, alone on the Bistro patio after a special banquet, I bent over to un-velcro a small cushion from one of the metal chairs. Triple digit heat had given…
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In the soft gloom of an autumnal day, When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream of beauty, glides away. ~Sarah Helen WhitmanAmerican poet, 19th century Summer has slipped quietly away, packing her triple digit robes of glory and heading south, I guess. Autumn now greets me these mornings, wrapping…
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The last two chapters of Dominique Browning's memoir Slow Love prove she's a talented writer. They're poetic, original, descriptive, wistful and hopeful. A true joy to read. However, if I hadn't promised to finish reading her memoir before writing this review for the BlogHer Book Club, I would have tossed it aside after the first few…
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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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A call that wakes you in the morning rarely bears good news. The call that woke me yesterday let me know a dear friend's husband had died. He had some health issues (who doesn't by the time you hit your 50's?) but nothing that warned her that a day we all dread and hope never…
Long Hollow 