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sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.26.2013
  March 26   Whirly Gigs       Pivot points and reference points subtlety disguised as harmless bric-a-brac escape my comprehension until I either stumble or land on one or the other and ponder the affect.  Realization that much of my life’s contentment hinges like a...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.18.2013
  March 18   Malaria     Flailing, reaching, screaming; hiding, avoiding, misdirecting, theses are subsets in a list of extremes whose commonality is lacking, lacking humility.  I fall to pieces just thinking of standing exposed, imperfect and unprotected.  I’m not...
michael-seidel's picture
Mar.17.2013
I have my optimism glasses on. Some people call them sunglasses. That's a good name for them if there's a sign. But there is not sign.  No sign of it.  Graylight has overtaken night's pitch so we believe the sun is up there behind the clouds.  Good word, believe, a word of faith and...
monique-belli's picture
Mar.16.2013
Quite a lot, I think.  While Shakespeare was correct when he said that a rose would smell as sweet by any other name, the word, itself, evokes impressions of beauty, delicacy and fragrant odor.  Try saying the word rose to someone and they are likely to smile and even inhale as...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.16.2013
  March 16     Bad Acting   Because there never seems to be enough love in the world to fill the wound, my wounded self riots.  At times the debauchery seems good natured enough, flamboyant yet without harm, at other times the disturbance is apparently violent and the...
bruce-douglas-reeves's picture
Mar.14.2013
            The Palace of the Maharaja of X was going to be our home for the next few nights, while we explored the region.             “This should be fun,” we told each other, and the...
michael-seidel's picture
Mar.13.2013
Every day I take up the links to the past that show the links to the future: a mouse, a pencil, a newspaper. I use a wireless, battery operated digital mouse.  It's on the way out and will someday seem like a wringer washer or princess telephone.  People will gaze on it with bemused...
michael-seidel's picture
Mar.11.2013
As I walked this morning, I watched people driving by and thought, "I miss that."  I miss getting up, getting dressed, jumping into my car and making the commute to an office.  It could be a case of looking at the past through rose colored glasses or it might be that absence makes the...
rebbecca-hill's picture
Mar.11.2013
This morning felt like a good day to pick a Tarot card, to pick a card to provide some insight or inspiration in general, not necessarily for myself alone, but possibly for other wandering souls. The card that showed up was Death - XIII Trumps The essence of this card seems to be captured in the...
michael-seidel's picture
Mar.08.2013
They call it springing ahead but we're not spring ahead into anything.  How we mark our hours will change.  My 6:30 graylight will become 7:30 graylight.  6:30 will be relegated to cold darkness for a time.  I'll need to adjust my sense of time and light to estimate the new...