Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Worth Quoting
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Today I'm driving to Houston. My cousin died a few days ago and I want to be there for his funeral tomorrow, Ash Wednesday. Ronnie was only 64. Not old, but not young, either. I guess "just enough time", as the Band Perry sings… but I can't imagine ever thinking I've had enough time. I'd…
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Bonfire sparks drifted up to the sky where clouds parted like curtains and stars crowded the stage, accompanied by the singing creek beside us. No moon softened the darkness – the pitch wall of night rose just beyond the reach of the firelight. There was a time not too long ago when I would have…
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Valentine's Day Eve… Tom made the cookie dough. I peeled the wrappers off the milk chocolate hearts. He formed the balls, rolled them in sugar and placed them on the cookie sheets I lined with foil. He kept an eye on their baking, but together we topped each cookie with a heart and popped them…
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"The privilege of a lifetime is to be yourself." ~ Joseph Campbell A big pot of chicken soup is simmering on the stove. From where I sit across the room I can hear the little bubbles playing on the surface and the aroma is making my stomach growl. I made it for myself, because…
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Just when I saw a glimpse of light at the end of my "to-do tunnel", someone had the gall to iron all of the energy out of my body and replace it with mucus. "Life is a series of surprises, and would not be worth keeping if it were not." ~Ralph Waldo…
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“What day is it,?" asked Pooh."It's today," squeaked Piglet."My favorite day," said Pooh.” The calendar says it's Tuesday, but it's Monday for me. I'm already a day behind. I arrived home late last night after a long, unplugged weekend, overflowing with friendship, laughter, tears, food, fellowship, sorrow, family, wine… (okay, and maybe a…
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Monday morning my head was floating somewhere in the clouds when the dogs and I climbed the path to the little pond in the hills. Belle seemed excited about something, rushing to the top of the path. That brought me down to earth in time to ready my camera and snap this… …before…
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Early sunlight reached through the gauzy curtains, caressed her skin, whispered wake up, wake up. On cue, the sounds of surf tiptoed into the room, singing her more awake. Eyes barely open, she pulled on the running clothes lying on a nearby chair, grabbed her worn out Brooks and laced them on tight.…
Long Hollow 