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Tag Archives: turnings
first steps of spring – April 11
4.11.2107 we walk the green grass path now edged by the final snow of spring, tinkling faerie bells tuning up as ice drops from branches plink plunk into the stream, and birds chip chireeep into the new sun, snaring their … Continue reading
ambition, the apple – March 28
3.28.2017 ambition, the apple, that says I can do it all be it all, say yes again and again that kills, draws down, enervates. it used to be the way forward. say yes to it all. now … Continue reading
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Tagged ambition, changes, choices, distractions, Eden, false hopes, life stages, perspective, the Fall, the journey, turnings, wholeness
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turning homeward – July 13
6.30.2015 turning homeward, life on the road has become a burden that no longer feeds. it used to be the journey, now the destination beckons more. home, where one has taken a stand, put down the roots, saying … Continue reading
at the turning of the year – December 31
12.31 wide flat snow fields fade up into the sky, pink blushes sliding by at the horizon as we travel north towards homes that have forgotten the prairie runs which gave them life. breath catches in our throats like … Continue reading