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Oct.24.2012
Any type of creative expression, whether the end result is “good” or “bad” is healthy for our whole being. I am reminded of an older woman that I met years ago. Our paths crossed for one brief summer and then our paths separated and we went our own ways. She was a great woman and had quite a mind—...
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Oct.22.2012
Well, Monday, here you are again—a start to the five days that lead to Sunday. I’ve gotten used to you. I don’t dread you any longer. I try to find the joy in you and your other six brothers and sisters. Today, though, dear Monday, I’d like to have an extra day—just one more. I know this isn’t...
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Sep.30.2012
Readying to settle into a book,First, I set my eyes upon the canvas of the day.I perch my chin in my hands and look—another glorious pagefrom Nature’s sketch book, cross hatchingsfine as feathers across the pageforming into bursting rays of light that reach up to its source. Three dragonflies hover...
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Sep.13.2012
The music has changed. The beat has risen. Boom. Boom. Music fills the room, bursts out through slits in the window. She has traveled through a myriad of emotions and memories this morning through the many musical choices she has slipped in and out of the music player. Her body first connects with...
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Sep.13.2012
I don’t usually watch that much television, but I do have a handful of shows that I like. Most are cooking shows. I have to put limits on myself so that I don’t become consumed with television. That’s not so difficult though, since there aren’t that many shows out there that grab my attention. I...
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Aug.29.2012
She peers out the window into thenight, under the rays of the moon.From somewhere the words appear: bamboo moon. She climbs through the largeopening of a bamboo shoot,crawls up and up, guidedby the moon;light filters in.Dark womb,she feels a swayingmotion through her limbs,a lake in sight, midnight...
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Aug.06.2012
Lick Cat's tongue Taste buds Flavor Savor Frowned upon If it weren't considered rude, I'd lick my plate of a lick worthy meal every time. Vinegar Peanut butter Corn bread batter Cookie dough Gravy Pork chops On & On
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Aug.01.2012
My two true writing rooms are Red Room and Blogger. I have recently learned about Open Salon and have crossposted two blogs there, here—where am I?! It’s interesting when I begin writing. Often, it’s just the page, and me. But there are times when I have my Red Room hat on by way of the blog...
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Jun.08.2012
I walk the mountain with my mind,observe the daily changes.He looks hot today:Sun beating down on hispeaks and valleys, green face,turned dusty.Each dayI see you dear Mountain;I bow down to your beauty,your strength, and massiveness.You remind me how small I amin comparison to you, yet youlove me...
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Apr.13.2012
The other day I made lentil soup only I didn’t add any seasonings other than salt and later other vegetables.  I’ve come to accept that I like lentils best simmered in salted water with lots of garlic cloves. When I began, I poured the lentils into the strainer to sift through and take out the...