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Out the Winter Window
In the winter, when a tired soul looks out the window, the lack of color can wear like a shroud. When I was a child trees were for climbing. They were big, black, and huggable. Trees were as mighty and...
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Hidden in the Sky
Hidden in the sky, I see an answer. It's not written in the stars that twinkle nearby. Good thing, too, because few stars are out tonight.It's written in the shades of blue, in the lights that play on...
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Waiting for Visions of Sugar Plums
Ah, Christmas Eve.Anticipation. I remember living the waiting feelings long before I knew what the word anticipation meant.On the night before Christmas, we would wait until darkness. At darkness, we...
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Time and a Word
There's a timeand the time is right for meIt's right for meand the time is now.There's a word and the word is love and it's right for me.It's right for meand the word is love.--YES, Time and a...
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Gone there
The best part is I don't need an airplane. I just lean back in my chair, close my eyes, and I go there.It's a perfect blue day with a perfect blue sky. Time's as open and wide as the ocean.It might...
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Golden
When I close my eyes, when I look inside, I look for the hole in my thinking.It's not the hole of what's missing. It's the whole of the vision. It's the view to what I'm feeling.I have to wait. Relax....
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Wishing in the Dead of Winter
Ever really look at a grape hyacinth? It's a wish. It's a wonder. It's a full-color happening.After a cold, cold, gray, gray winter, a few breaths past the first crocus, you might see one -- tiny...
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The Road or the Railing?
When I got to the bridge, the sun was in the mid-morning place, where it's warm but not overhead. It's never quite so golden and hopeful as it is just then.I'd been in the forest, wandering from tree...
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Heartfelt
She said, "What color is the place where you keep your feelings?""Black and indigo like a moonlit night," I answered. "Close and safe, like a womb." And I felt myself, as I spoke, inside my feelings,...
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Clever, Not Really
I used to be clever.If I wanted attention, all I had to do was show how clever I truly was.Books were something I never had to read. I read them, devoured them, but I found them uninspiring. Rare was...
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Knowing Everything
Once I was desparate to know everything. Information was all that I had to feel safe, to understand, to make sense of how things worked.Once I came to know myself, the need to know everything...
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Cold Gold Night
Now that the sun is back on the lake, I can think about cold, gold nights alone along the shore. The silence, the solitude that bring me to the reflections inside and on the water. I'm realizing I'm...
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A Cliff of Decision Making
I'm fairly sure I was born with a fear of heights.Yet my uncle the photographer, the one with all of the expensive equipment would find every opportunity to take pictures that involved my cousins and...
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PJs and Possibilities!
When I took the Myers-Briggs, folks I worked with expected me to come out a "J," someone who likes closure, everything tied up neatly in a bow. Sometimes I so wish that were true about me. It sure...
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Had to Be Fairies
Finally after a winter of adjectives that all mean gray, I felt the warm air off the lake on my face. I was looking out the 12th story window -- the one that doesn't open. Still it was not my...
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Heart and Mind Online
We hadn’t seen each other for six years. It was a pleasure being in her company again. Such a feeling of being home when I was thousands of miles from my address. She cooked us a marvelous dinner with...
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Please Don't Stop
When I write on paper, I write differently. I watch my thoughts as they leave my brain, moving down my arm to my hand and come out through the pencil's end. The words come more slowly and I look...
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Precocious
I'm sure it was third grade. We were 8 years old. We were precocious. We weren't supposed to know yet that we were all different.We had figured it out.What did we do with that information? We didn't...
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People May Appear Further Than They Are
I waited. It was about an hour before we met up, when the call finally came. Then I had to call Andy to say that Paul had picked the BEAN as a meeting place. I didn't know Andy. I'd never met Paul or...
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25 words: Stare and Wonder
Hungry morning.I look out my window yearning.I see a sky offering food for my soul.I stare. I wonder.How did it know?--me liz strauss, letting me be
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