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Monthly Archives: December 2015
A great quote on Writing – December 30
A great quote from Moliere on Writing. that Writing is like Prostitution: First you do it for love then for a few close friends — and then you do it for money. ———————
winding paths – December 29
12.29.2015 [winding paths] winding paths do they go anywhere worn smooth stoneways twist and turn but someone must have trod them to somewhere enroute to a horizon beyond. ————————
hyper drive – December 28
12.28.2015 they said snow would come you could hear them salivating tv weather teams in paroxysm I think we got an inch. —————
magical morning – December 26
12.26.15 magical morning step out to get the paper with dog inches of powder dusting the driveway topping the slippers that revel in the sweet cold. magical. ———————-
black night high stars – December 25
12.25.2015 black night, high stars and more floating floating above fields of smells and quiet and a young girl’s first birth that was our birth not so very long ago. ———————–
in the fields of Bethlehem – December 24
12.24.2015 in the soft night fields of Bethlehem you can hear a baby cry. ah. there it is. a young girl’s first. again. —————-
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Tagged Bethlehem, birth, childbirth, Christmas, fields, God, nature, wonder
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gluff fluff – December 23
12.23.2015 big gluff fluff snowflakes disappear as they arrive warning of odd Christmases to come. ———–
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Tagged Christmas, climate change, rain, signals, snow, warning, weather, Winter
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holiday fatigue – December 21
12.20.2015 holiday fatigue comes late in the game when days have suddenly LEAPT forward an empty afternoon pushes buttons unfilled time hanging open uncomfortable. busyness becoming business in defense. —————
little things – December 19
12.19.2015 little things little faces and cries of small villages in small places small time backwaters where the hand of the One seems to arrive while we are looking the other way. ———————-
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Tagged awareness, focus, God, intervention, micro-macro, missing, presence, smallness
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