Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Strictly Physical
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1. Monday evening I went wading in Lake Travis. I had my camera and was shooting a fun multi-generational family while they ran and played and laughed. I took way too many photos and couldn't help editing as many as possible to share with them, to help them remember the fun they had that…
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1. Whew! I made it through May without a major random health issue. Why is that surprising? Read "There's Something About May" to get the full story, but suffice it to say that I get a little paranoid beginning on May Day because in four of the past five Mays I've suffered from some weird,…
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Through the window, I see my brother-in-law's SUV pull up in front of the house. Several younger men gather to help maneuver my mother down from her seat and into the waiting wheelchair. For a moment exhaustion pinches her face from the three-hour road trip and constant struggle to breathe, but then I see that…
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So yesterday, I get home from work and Tom tells me he needs my help, which makes me happy, because he rarely accepts help on his projects. That's the artist in him, I think. Anyway, he needed my help lifting a heavy rock he'd found on one of his scavenger hunts through the countryside in…
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(photo by Deborah Barrett) I love dancing. Nevermind the therapeutic benefits, both mental and physical. When I hear certain beats and rhythms, I really can't sit still. If nothing else, my toe will be dancing. What I love almost as much as dancing is getting others out on the dance floor with me, getting them…
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I'm playing catch up. I knew when I signed up for the Scintilla Project, a two-week writing commitment, that it would be a challenge to write something every day. I accept that there are going to be some days I just won't have time to write, especially since I usually have to roll a…
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"I think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the year's." ~Henry Moore I recently came across a photo of myself taken on one of my girls' weekends in Port Aransas several years ago. I was standing by the rail of the ferry crossing to the island, flanked by two friends. But at…
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There's a big empty space in my living room now. My middle son came home this weekend and helped me pack up the memories and cart the tree downstairs to its place in the storage room. (Daniel also helped Tom cut and carry firewood. We love it when he comes home!) Usually my rocking chair…
Long Hollow 