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Tag Archives: mortality
Hawk’s Nest
the hawk’s nest bristles in the crook of branches towering ready for predator or prey * below our new neighbors have put up lovely bird feeders, swinging gently in the breeze. * Lunch. ==============
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Tagged birds, consequences, domestication, humor, ignorance, irony, mortality, nature
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Old friend tree
5.17.2020 [Old friend tree] Old friend tree laid down today in the middle of the night, in the middle of rain and dark and a quiet slip over when too much weight and soft soil combined to say it is … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, friendship, life, meanings, memory, mortality, nature, relationship, rythmns
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Ashes ashes
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. But not yet and not now nor scattered on the wind, ’till, yet commingled with all whom we loved and have been loved by, we rise.
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Tagged Ash Wednesday, faith, God, hope, Jesus, mortality, Prayer, worship
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survivor guilt – February 26
2.26.2018 in wartime guns rattle, ied’s level the guys next to you, and some come home in pieces, while others in only guises and varieties of a whole. why me, why not me why them, and I’m still here … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, aging, complexity, conundrums, death, faith, fear, guilt, hope, life, mortality, questions, regrets, remorse, self-awareness, survival
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at some moment – February 20
2.20.2018 Mortality is a tricky beast. At some moment I will feel a catch, a stop, an instant, and my eyes will blink or close, my mind stop registering, to not open again. I may hear briefly the ones … Continue reading
late in the day – October 20
10.20.2017 [late in the day] late into the day aches neck, shoulders heart. ============
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Tagged bodies, losses, loves, mortality, physicality, regrets, remembrances, souls
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a room that hints – July 3
7.3.(6.25)2017 Jesus you are a mystery to me, entering and exiting through magic walls while I watch from a room that hints without revealing. Stop and talk with me Jesus, that I might see your face directly and unafraid. … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, awareness, awe, dreams, growth, Jesus, longings, mortality, revelations, visions, wisdom, yearnings
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I ran from my dream – May 30
5.30.2017 I ran from my dream frightened and denying the images of my mortality body withering skinnier each day the muscles outlined and my lover aware, that I thought I would have more time, twenty more plenty enough … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, anxiety, dreams, faith, Gift, God, journey, meditation, mortality, perspective, spiritual growth, spirituality
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our father – April 12
4.12.2017 I held his hand and we said the our father the strength of his grip defying the frailty holding on tight to claim the faith that joins us as he awaits an end. ———————–
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Tagged Christianity, clergy, companionship, courage, faith, grace, hospice, mortality, Prayer, touch
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I think this is the year – March 12
3.12.2107 I think this is the year I’ll die, she said sitting in the padded rocker, with a cup of decaf in her hand. really, we said, this year. yes, I have no idea why I’m still around I’m … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, aging, consideration, friendship, mortality, reflection, surprise, wry humor
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