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passage | passage

bro-smith-sgs's picture
Feb.10.2013
  Hello there my spiritual friend, How are you and how have things been going lately? I would like to take this opportunity to present, to you, a little something regarding the passage of time and the event contained within them. Time may be seen as a road, upon which we travel, much like the...
dale-estey's picture
Sep.15.2011
  I prefer/ If you insist/ The olde ways/ With their spelling/ And the castle/ The mountains/ And the cliffs/ From which so many/ A discarded body/ Can be tossed// I wish/ If you persist/ That I could drink/ A ruby-filled/ Glass of wine/ Instead of that/ Thicker liquid// I hope/ If you query...
patricia-struntz's picture
Dec.31.2010
We were surprised this past week to hear the familiar chirping of a Titmouse on the patio. After all, it has been very wintery with blustery rains and bitterly cold temperatures. Could this be one of a pair that has inhabited the same birdhouse in CiCi’s Garden for the past five years?...
patricia-struntz's picture
Dec.24.2010
The week before Christmas and I’ve been sick. The past two days have been a complete wash. My husband brought me chicken soup yesterday, and my sweet little cat has provided a warm log of comfort as I’ve drifted in and out of sleep, never getting completely through any one of the Hallmark...
patricia-struntz's picture
Dec.05.2010
A coyote is raised up with one paw on my arm, snapping at CiCi who I hold tightly to my chest, dodging as best I can to avoid her being bitten or taken. I wake up with my heart pounding and nearly knock CiCi from her place on the bed next to me as I lunge into an upright position. The following...
patricia-struntz's picture
Nov.27.2010
Just-in-time reality rescues my heart again –for Thanksgiving! A dear friend sent me an email this past week with the following story. The Law of the Wild says kill only when you are hungry! Photographer Michel Denis-Huot, who captured these amazing pictures on safari in Kenya’s Masai Mara in...
patricia-struntz's picture
Nov.13.2010
I looked in my purse, checked the pockets of my jacket, and rummaged all around on the floorboard in my car and still couldn’t find the key to our mailbox. With growing chagrin and mounting dismay I didn’t want to admit that I thought I knew where it was. We actually get our mail in two...
patricia-struntz's picture
Nov.07.2010
What is it about trees that turn brilliant yellow, red or orange that never fails to take my breath away? Neighborhood streets are lined with these glorious sentinels and the hillsides are peppered with them. Even the local cemetery where I often walk is resplendent with trees gone riotous with...
larry-schliessmann's picture
Jul.30.2010
Wildflower meadows combed the walls of the valley, flowing to meet the meandering river below. No trail marked my passage, no bent green blade, fallen leaf, or barked limb. Birds toiled their world, feeding fledglings, mending nests, bathing in dusty earth. If they noticed my presence, I did not...
dale-estey's picture
Aug.20.2008
I walked along the Wetlands last night, which lead to the harbour's mouth and is fed by rivers. Awash in all sorts of wildlife.  Unexpectedly (for it is now months later) my beaver 'friend' made an appearance. No placid socialising this time. No trips to the bank to test tasty saplings. He ploughed...