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Where have you gone

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you. Pondering heroes of today with a national and global viewpoint. Do we even have them? Do we need them? Not that I think there aren’t heroes….firefighters, … Continue reading

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actually showing up is most of the issue

Not where I want to be but getting better…. Finding the world in the smallness of a grain of sand And holding infinities in the palm of your hand And Heaven’s realms in the seedlings of this tiny flower And … Continue reading

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it’s never ok

to engage in body shaming. I don’t care who you are or who you are pointing at. You simply cannot take others down in some misguided effort to cover your perceived imperfections.  Sad that we even have those perceptions at … Continue reading

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communication

The problem with communication is that we are more often taught how to speak, but not taught how to really listen. We make it all about us when it really isn’t…

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healing

Thank you for the healing, my beloved Anam Cara. Not that I’m surprised. Your visits have been too few in too long a time. I needed to hear from you today.  Needed you to open the door and allow me … Continue reading

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a few small things

A small promotion with a small raise. It makes life a little bit more doable. for now… Still out there searching tho.

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Daniel Boone, Wendell Berry And I ~ Kentucky

Daniel Boone, Wendell Berry And I ~ Kentucky.

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heartworm

n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start … Continue reading

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vellichor

n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated … Continue reading

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release…

And sometimes, like tonight, I long for the release inside the haze of drugs…temporarily out of my head…and free…    

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ambedo

n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, … Continue reading

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shifting

something that’s been rolling around in my head for a bit now…. There’s a bit of a shift in my soul these days.   The threads of my tapestry, where they had been so closely woven with no room for … Continue reading

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dust in the wind…..

Musings from a past life…. Over the past 8 years and after the breakup of my last marriage of 15 years, I have found deeper intimacy and in turn deeper love than I ever thought possible with “solo poly”. I … Continue reading

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the deepest cut

It’s easier when people die.  Death is so very rational, so very black and white. Death means we will never see them again, no matter how much our heart hurts over that loss.  We understand the finality of physical death. … Continue reading

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disillusioned dreams

in my dream walking lamp-lit streets i read your name on every street sign, see your face reflected in storefront window panes. in my dream your footsteps echo with mine thru dark alleys. as i stumble i feel your hand … Continue reading

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