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XIV: I Guess It Doesn’t Matter Anymore As I was driving the Tercel today I tossed in a Buddy Holly cassette- yes, I still have cassettes- and listened as the legend of Lubbock crooned I Guess It Doesn’t Matter Anymore, and thought back to an incident...
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After the mad dash to the airport and the return to trip to South Florida, Taylor and I prepared for a return to Duke and the stem cell harvest. The idea was to take some of Taylor’s stem cells and freeze them and then use them after chemotherapy to bring...
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The photo taken by Christine Valters Paintner is the reflection of St. Patrick’s Cathedral in NYC in the shimmering glass of an adjacent office building. I am a big fan of Christine over at Abbey of the Arts, the abbey without walls—a virtual one if you...
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I have not been minding my mind very well since I started writing this little series 10 days or so ago. I got mad at the guy at the mortgage company who isn’t really a person, but talks like one. And when I told him that the money he’s playing...
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When my Dad's Dad died, Dad's Mom already having passed on as well, my Dad and his three siblings chose to go to his retirement apartment (in the Lutheran Village that Grandma and Grandpa moved to which was 300 miles away from anyone in the family, which...
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Taylor’s Diary January 24, 2001 Well, as I write to you now I am on an airplane heading back to Stuart (they told us that if we didn’t take tonight’s flight we’d be stuck in Raleigh til Sat.) and as you can imagine that was just not happening. So after...
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The judgment of my judgments is enough for my habituated mind to climb aboard the hamster wheel of regrets, misdeeds and failings. There is no way of getting off this carousel this prototypical Hotel California except for re-directing, with humor, loving-kindness...
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Begin yet again sweetest words spoken by mother piano teacher biology professor watercolor instructor writing coach spiritual mentors. Always available The next fresh moment. Lotus Ann—10 month old and a true master of beginning yet again. Here pictured...
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Each moment ever Mysterious, unfolding Magical, unknown. Written in response to One Single Impression’s prompt “beginning”; thanks to Leo of I Rhyme Without Reason for this week’s prompt. Shuffle on over to OSI for more great poems related...
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Into the green-leaf spaciousness of summer, Into azure-sky, reservoir-cool depths of blue, Into the sinking of a knee and carving of a ski throughperfect pitch powder, linked to the sky and the wooden cross on the cinder cone, drawn by gravity into the...
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the daily is what does not trip off the tongue the unanswered question of 'what's new' a filling and emptying of baskets of time with soft dirt, so ordinary. all summer long, i thought i would be the one crying out and skipping summer is a time for loudness...
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Torn to tiny shreds My neurotic cocoon of Fear, once beloved, yields. Written in response to One Single Impression’s prompt “cocoon”. Thanks to Tammy Lee of Beauty Flows for this prompt. Flutter on over to OSI for more great responses to this prompt...
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Note: I was reading an online publication called the Chronicle of Higher Education today because someone posted a news-worthy link on Facebook and I realized that I have just become so tired of the way Christians (on the whole) are portrayed in the media...
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For Taylor Y2K turned out to be as bad as many had predicted, although her computer didn’t crash in 2000, but having a brain tumor operation can kind of besmirch even the best of years and although she had a boyfriend she also had chemotherapy. Still...
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X: Dad Starts a Journal I agreed to keep a journal through her ordeal as a companion to Taylor’s diary/ From brain surgery to recovery, that sort of thing, journals that would someday become something of an “Anne Frank and Dad” of cancer, something that...
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Normal 0 0 1 935 5331 44 10 6546 11.1282 0 0 0 I was holding my pregnant belly, watching the swallows above the river again, and thinking about birth. Specifically the pushing part, the part I felt lost in last time. I had handled the contractions fairly...
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The brittle brown edges disintegrate with movement Yet, I will not stop moving. The years may make me fragile But the remnants find a way to coalesce And so I persevere. The preponderance of emotion as I age, Is longing, Monotonous slow aches That painfully...
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Combining 185 voices with 243 tracks from 12 countries into a choir unlike any other. What started as a simple social media experiment, has become a poetic metaphor of our shared humanity and the power of connection. Acclaimed composer and conductor Eric...
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Meet Your Farmer - Tide Mill Farm from Pull-Start Pictures on Vimeo . (Click on the links to view the videos). Love the way these 9th generation Maine family dairy farmers are showing a way of hope—how to nurture and respect all life, run a solid business...
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As if on new wings Found as the cage door opens, I celebrate You. ***Written in response to the prompt “overt” at One Single Impression . Thanks to JP for this week’s prompt. Fly on over to OSI for more vibrant responses to this prompt.***...
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The things I sometimes omit from difficult dialogues could choke a fair-to-middlin’ sized bulldozer. These omissions are rarely overt. But still they plague me: Could I have been more clear? More direct? More…? I once lived in an artistic rural community...
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Encourage borders, outskirts, and temporary isolation where the voltage of difference can spark the new….By definition a network is one huge edge. It has no fixed center. As the network grows it holds increasing opportunities for protected backwaters...
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Poem of the Month ~ July 2010 This month’s poem is dedicated to all beings in and around the Gulf waters. May these times inspire us to be force fields of creative words and acts that clarify and heal. Let us not, for another moment, hold “at bay” our...
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ECOTONE: a transition zone between two adjacent ecological communities. It has some characteristics of each bordering community and often contains species not found in overlapping communities. The influence of the two bordering communities on each other...
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