Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Texas
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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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For twelve years now I've trekked to the coast with friends for a much-needed respite from "routine". Two years ago, a beautiful weekend was made unforgettable: Laura Bush spent the night at the same condos we were staying in. I wrote about it (HERE), but didn't post the photos my friend Donna took with my camera of Laura…
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It's a toss-up which I love the best, autumn's electric blue sky stretching cloudless from horizon to horizon or summer's sky of robin blue, dotted with cloud-dogs and cloud-dragons and cloud-ships. But even I, lover of blue skies and sunshine, can appreciate the beauty of a stormy sky, of the grays and pinks… …of…
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It rained today. For the first time in months, I heard thunder. I felt raindrops. I was at work, busy with customers and orders and separate checks, but even though I couldn't really dance in the rain, in my mind I imagined I was. And it felt great! Sweet! Last Sunday I met friends…
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Monday morning I knew autumn had arrived, riding the tail of a brisk breeze from the north that dropped temperatures nearly twenty degrees. Robe wrapped tight and relishing the chill, I sipped coffee in my pajamas rocking on the deck of a log cabin nestled in the woods above a dry creek bed. We were at…
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The air felt stagnant and thick as I walked up to the road. The sky wasn't gray or pink or blue, just a weird mixture of the three. No hope of rain, no beautiful sunrise to make up for it, and not a whisper of a breeze. The puppies bounced beside me, eager for our walk,…
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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…
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Max stood still, letting the pond water soak through his thick fur. I watched him from a patch of shade on the hill above and marveled at the miracle of this pond. Rain is a distant memory, the lake has become a river, triple digit temperatures and blue skies seem neverending, and area wells are…
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There's nothing more terrible than finding the lifeless body of something – someone – you love. Frankie didn't meet my car when TG and I pulled up this afternoon, but I thought I heard him answer from the woods when I called his name. I went down to the house, greeted the dogs, gave them…
Long Hollow 