Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Of Life and Love
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The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate. ~ Opray Winfrey I turned 50 almost two years ago, along with all of the people I went to school with. We spent a fabulous year celebrating one birthday after another, each time celebrating all of us jumping into…
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Tom and I are pretty old and settled – it doesn't take much to entertain us. Since we're also pretty broke, that's a good thing. Taking a leisurely walk down our caliche road with the dogs on a sunshine-filled afternoon is a highlight of our weekends. That's how old and settled we are. We…
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I spent two days witnessing love and friendship poured back upon a family mourning a husband, father, son, brother, uncle. A whole community grieved over the loss of one man, joined by family and friends who had traveled thousands of miles to pay their respects, impressing upon me visually what an amazing difference one man…
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…Love is being greeted at the door by Brooks and Dunne singing "Still in Love With You" and the smell of grilled steaks and baked potatoes. (Love is leaving a cd of Country Love Songs on the table beside a mushy card and heart-shaped box of "Wild About Reese's" peanut butter cups for him to find when…
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Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Tom and I celebrated early with a walk through the woods with the puppies, where odd things caught my eye, like this branch and its shadow against the aged cedar tree… and this colorful cactus… And then on the road headed home, Tom spent a few minutes trying to free a…
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Surreal. Sitting where just weeks ago I danced, now praying, chanting, "Hail Mary, full of grace…", my voice joining with almost 300 others, Catholic and non-Catholic, drawn together by shared admiration and affection, our breath turning frosty in the cold of the hangar, our eyes full of tears, surrounded by airplanes, pieces of airplanes, miniature…
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What do you say when you hear a friend has died? What can you say? How do you dare mourn, or express your own sadness, knowing there's a wife, children, mother, sisters, nieces and more, tied by blood and longer memories than you have to your friend, whose pain you know has got to be…
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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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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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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…
Long Hollow 