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Time Capsule
Time Capsule Thursdays, in which I pause and notice. And write down what I love. And choose life. And get curious. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And do my own little tradition (with a hat tip to Havi). Italicized* questions are from… [Continue Reading]
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Time Capsule
Time Capsule Thursdays, in which I pause and notice. And write down what might otherwise go forgotten. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And do my own little tradition inspired by Havi Brooks’ Friday Chicken. What was most tender? What did you notice?Manna:… [Continue Reading]
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Poetry HF
A poem came pounding on my door today and I had to let it in. I asked it for a point and it yelled at me, something about no time for talk. It told me that my chest will explode if I don’t give it a pen already. And that… [Continue Reading]
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Time Capsule
Time Capsule Thursdays, in which I pause and notice. And write down what might otherwise go forgotten. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And honor age-old wisdom (bloggingly exemplified over at The Fluent Self): “Because traditions are important.” Italicized* questions are from Mary… [Continue Reading]
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Time Capsule
Time Capsule Thursdays, in which I pause and notice. And write down what might otherwise go forgotten. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And honor age-old wisdom (bloggingly exemplified over at The Fluent Self): “Because traditions are important.” If a heart can feel… [Continue Reading]
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Crushes
Change. It happens. It’s the way of things, of life. Inside me something’s been pent up for something like forever. Tied up. Stifled. It’s some kind of energy. Isn’t energy a property of matter related to its ability to perform work? You know, work. As in motion, movement. (I had… [Continue Reading]
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Musings
The other morning I passed a lady fumbling for keys in her bag to open her little manicure shop on Mass Ave. We exchanged a quick smile and I felt my heart swell with appreciation: The fact that she’d gotten out of bed. That she’d showered and fixed herself up…. [Continue Reading]
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Musings
What’s the point— Just last week, I was asking that about life, and once or twice I could taste the panic rising in my throat. Thing is, that question has no good answer. It’s an endless kind of loop. Which is to say, not helpful, whatsoever. I know all too… [Continue Reading]
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