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Monthly Archives: May 2013
rain clatter -May 30
5.30 rain clatter on the tin chimney tells a welcome story water, life, pours down around us, and we are safe. gift of life, gift of pleasure, gift of growing green thank you. ——————————
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Tagged appreciation, cover, grace, life, nature, protection, rain, solace, sound
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ashes to ashes – May 29
5.29 The plain paper package rests on the kitchen table, eighteen inches high by six across. Cylindrical, Inviting. shoosh, shoosh, shoosh, My neighbor having sat down to coffee and a chat, notes the odd sound from within as I … Continue reading
farm field neighbors – May 28
5.28 A big S curve marks the road swooping through fields on either side, green lines flowing, crops just showing, between different farmers fields. At some time they were friends then the need for transport felled their mutual repose. … Continue reading
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Tagged boundaries, Elliptic Curves and Modular Forms, Farmer, farms, fences, fields, grace, irony, neighbors
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memorial day – May 27
5.27 The beloved face at the door will I see it again. So I stop and wave her back for an extra kiss before beginning my walk around the block. Morbid I know. Memorial Day notices bring out the … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, grace, hope, love, Memorial Day, mortality, normality
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family gathering – May 26
5.26 family gathering, brothers, sisters hangers on. I slip my hand under the tinfoil just to see, and oops, a bit of frosting seems to have stuck to me. I must lick that off, otherwise I might mess someone … Continue reading
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Tagged family, family gathering, fun, funny, Holidays, Memorial Day
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water over the dam – May 25
5.25 [on the eve of an 18th birthday] The flow trudging over the falls has turned brown muddy gold. Days of heavy rain in remission have ribbed up the bottom places. My son will turn a corner in the … Continue reading
good you can go for – May 24
5.24 Good Master. Why do you call me good? only One is good. Jesus said that. Way back when. I said, I will try to be a good man, back when I asked her to marry me. Years … Continue reading
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Tagged God, goodness, honesty, humility, Jesus Christ, love, marriage, perfection, perspective, relationships, Religion and Spirituality
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paint – May 23
5.23 From the far room Clam looks like Irish Cream and Irish Cream looks white. The color is the same but light dances, changes alters in the eye, which is the brain seeing, knowing, through the fractal of the lens. … Continue reading
oil change day – May 22
5.22 oil change day. will they tell me that I need more than oil or will they surprise me this time. cynicism and upselling, naming rights for sale, dollars and consumers our most important product. God being inconvenient, spirituality now only … Continue reading
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Tagged Business, change, culture, cynicism, God, greed, Religion and Spirituality, Service (economics)
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it all aches – May 21
5.21 It all aches. every step on the evening walk around the block. thighs, back, neck, ankles. have I missed any parts. at least I have parts. the way of woundedness, being better to move than to mould. … Continue reading
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Tagged aches, aging, character, determination, endurance, pain, persistence, reflection, walks
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