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Dec.13.2012
  December 13   WHAT IS MINE     The cloud of snow slept in the tree overnight and poured from the branches with the morning breezes.  Showers of crystal, dropping from a clear daylight sky, are telltales of intentions delayed.  What was meant for moon time has been...
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Nov.30.2012
  November 30   FLAW IN SNOW       Waiting for snow.  Waiting for cold fingers, slick roads, warm beds, reading by firelight.  Waiting for the proof of lack of control.  Waiting itself proves lack of control.  I can dance the snow dance and refuse to buy...
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Nov.26.2012
  November 26   ASSURANCES OF GULLIVER       Poor Lilliputians and my egg shaped conundrum!  At least they have the strength of their convictions when I have only pondering to share the space between my ears.  What sense could the world make if there is no one...
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Oct.15.2012
  October 15   REJECTION       Rejection is a game of endurance, a boundary enhancing process, a test of survival.  Rejection sought or unsought is a challenge.  Sometimes rejection is a flare lighting the need for a change of tactics or direction.  Though,...
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Oct.10.2012
  More contagious than micro-organisms are fear and hopelessness. Long before our time, the existence of micro-organisms was presupposed, notably in Jainism, whose followers vow non-violence in thought and practice (Ahimsa) towards all living beings. The tradition is said to be older than...
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Sep.17.2012
  September 17   HATCHLING       When the shell gets too tight it’s time to hatch.  I can’t tell you it’s safe out there, just that it’s time to go.  The leaving is not easy.  Exodus fulfilled by the use of one small tooth.  This experience may or may...
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Sep.11.2012
     Sitting outside his TeePee the indian chief watched his son approach and sit down. The young boy's face looked sad and the chief questioned this.      "Father, I hunt every day, to try to make you proud. Yet, I still have not been successful in my hunts...
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Sep.04.2012
  September 4   WATERLINE       The interface of water and land is compelling.  Soothing but dramatic; I’m drawn to this transition.  I stand and watch the lap, lap, lapping of the liquid to the land.  The gift of one place to another calls me.  Change...
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Aug.31.2012
  August 31   CHANNELING     It’s a full feeling to be a channel.  Only an empty feeling when it’s blocked at the base of my spine and God can’t go to my head.  The river flows through me and my banks will hold.  Excuses dam me up and leave a dry and lifeless...
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Aug.21.2012
  August 21   HOW EVER YOU CAN     I heard, “let go with love.” “You know how to do that?” asked my sponsor. “No, that’s why I’m here to see you, but it sure sounds like something I should do.” “Well, in a perfect world maybe we can all do it that way, but for now let go with a...