Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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I spend a lot of time on things I enjoy … walking through the Hollow, writing, photography, running, dancing, watching movies, reading, connecting with friends … But there's one thing I do purely for fun. It benefits no one but myself. It's not something I can do with anyone else, like walking or dancing…
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Jim called himself an Indian, not a Native American. He was born and raised in Oklahoma, but for the life of me I can't remember what tribe's blood ran through his veins. His skin was dark like oiled leather, his black hair untouched by gray despite the thirty year difference in our ages. I…
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When Belle first peered through the French doors at me this morning, eager for our walk, the Hollow was still dark and blanketed in fog. It was beautiful but eerie … the new sunlight created a world of gray. Silhouettes of trees were specters lining the back ridge. The fog had begun to lift by…
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I settled into cubicle #14 to wait. In my bag I had two books, a spiral notebook with plenty of blank pages, the local newspaper, a bottle of water, some peanuts, walnuts, almonds and a granola bar. I have experience waiting… …I think the first time was soon after we were married; he broke his ankle…
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Today I have baked blueberry muffins, taken the puppies for a long walk, snapped tons of photos (and learned a little more about my camera), made a huge dent in the laundry, grocery-shopped, answered several emails and even fit in an hour-long work-out … so why do I feel I haven't accomplished anything? It's like…
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Pink clouds, pink skies have greeted my ascension to the dirt road the past two mornings … a nice change from the woolen grays and mist that have been waiting up there for me lately. I've noticed that a pink sky or one filled with clouds that look dipped in pink-orange paint lighten my heart…
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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 don't normally make resolutions – I figure if there's an improvement to make or goal to set, why not start today, right now? But this year is different. I'm adopting a song as my New Year's Resolution, a chant for the coming year to help me get through those inevitable stormy days: "Hey, Hey, Hey" by…
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