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Spending Time in the Weeds

It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t…

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Turning Toward Emptiness

In turning toward emptiness my life begins to take a new shape. My first art class I was a freshman in high school. I loved my art teacher – also a first. A first crush on an older man…

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Loving My Neighbors

After the Orlando shooting, I noticed my neighbors a few streets over had a large rainbow flag hanging from their porch. I don’t really know them, but I did recall briefly chatting with them years ago and finding out they…

Amy and Megan
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don’t fight the waves

I imagine for many of us trying to live our grief the verse from the song above resonates. Last Saturday was a special night. I attended a concert headlined by Amy Speace and Megan Palmer at Green Guitar Folk House.…

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the eyes have it

When I turned around, I met the gaze of a woman in a black burqa. Every part of her veiled, except her eyes. And she had the most beautiful ones I'd ever seen. Huge. Almond shaped. Dark as…

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an ojo feary tale: part one

Dave, my host at my first night’s lodging in Ojo Caliente, guided me from the moment I crossed into New Mexico. He had warned GPS was unreliable and with a pretty big mountain thunderstorm underway and after 13 hours…

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Last night the moon woke me up. I opened the bamboo shades and my bedroom was filled with her light. Whereas the sun energizes me to move outward, the moon coaxes me inward.  Recently two opportunities arose to speak with…