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Mar.28.2013
Beauty is...
Watching a sunset on a warm summer night.
Listening to raindrops pitter pat.
Kissing in the rain.
Watching a deer family nibble grass.
The mountain.
A butterfly flying freely.
Waking up each morning to birds chattering.
A sunrise.
Wispy clouds.
Hawks flying high in the sky.
The flesh...
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Mar.27.2013
We went to Carmel on Saturday and it was a wonderful time. After checking into the hotel, grabbing two sandwiches, our blanket, and a bottle of wine, we headed straight to the beach. It was slightly windy and cool. I had to go back to the car to get our sweatshirts, but it was still wonderful...
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Mar.25.2013
When I read with S, the first grade student that I read with, we finished a story about an egg that a boy found and watched hatch. "What does hatching mean?" he asked.
I turned back to when the duckling first began to crack out of his egg and said, "well, see here, it means the duckling is...
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Mar.23.2013
Silly squirrel, climbing up the telephone pole. I see you hop to the wire with a shake of your busy tail. You skitter across in a punctuated frenzy, taking me back to memories of my old home where you greeted me in the mornings like my own personal alarm clock.
I could hear you scurry and race...
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Mar.22.2013
Indian Prayer
"Great Spirit,
Grant that I
may not
criticize my
neighbor
Until I have
walked a
mile
in his moccasins."
Two nights ago a restless sleep pushed itself upon me. I filled that space with thoughts of a story from Kitchen Table Wisdom about a man who used a visualization technique to...
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Mar.19.2013
I see a woman or is it a little girl...She stands at the river's edge, watching life flow right by. Pushing pause, rewind, play, fast forward. Eventually, she stops pushing all the buttons, allows the river to flow on by. She knows that's best. And she watches and then decides to dip her toe in to...
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Mar.18.2013
I write with my heart,
but the pieces are scattered,
stuck in the pages of another time,
sealed in a book somewhere,
dripping out in small drops of rain.
(March 11, 2013)
**
When I walked by this tree, I saw a little face in his trunk. The first time I noticed it, I smiled wide. I had my camera...
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Mar.15.2013
"Every blade of grass has an angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'" –The Talmud
This morning I'm in a quiet space. I woke early, soaked in the darkness of the early hour– listened to the morning hum itself into lightness.
I've been carrying this Talmud quote around in my...
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Mar.14.2013
Yesterday was a good day. I felt that I was cleansed of...don't know where that thought's gone.
Today's a new day.
But yesterday keeps reminding me...it was one of those days where your writing in your head and the words are streaming out like a kaleidoscope–turning round and round, seeing so many...
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Mar.12.2013
Two things that my uncle often reminds me of when I visit him are that, "you are your own worst enemy" and "when someone else's problem becomes your problem, then you've got the problem."
These stand out at this moment because yesterday was a really good day at work. It was busy and somewhat...
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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...
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Mar.10.2013
There's something soothing about sitting on a park bench, watching the Canadian Geese bathe themselves and talk amongst each other. I sit off in the distance soaking in the rays of the sun; I peer over at a family sitting on a nearby bench, a son playing ball with his papa, laughing and laughing...
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Mar.08.2013
"I wanna to be a toad so I can stick my tongue out and eat all day."
–First grader
Because of scheduling changes I have been switched from reading with a few second graders to now first graders. Walking into the first grade room was utter chaos. Every inch of wall was covered in letters, numbers,...
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Mar.07.2013
More at one with the knife, no longer tentative in how I cut through the flesh, I've grown to welcome the mornings that I cut melon. I take that round of juiciness, scoop the seeds out of the center; juices trail down my hands, the aroma rises in sweet explosion, I cut it down to manageable slices...
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Mar.05.2013
"Be yourself, everyone else is taken."
–Oscar Wilde
Yesterday was a long work day, but it was a productive day. Busy season is upon us and I have a feeling that this year is going to feel more crammed than the last.
Energy zipped through me last night. I went to bed a little after midnight, which...
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About Rebbecca
I love to write, to express, to explore. Mostly I journal; and if something moves me, I try to capture it in a poem. I live in the East Bay; enjoy reading, writing, cooking; being in nature; walking; and riding my bike.
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Rebbecca’s Favorite Books
Demian, Siddhartha, The death of Ivan Ilyich, Barrabbas, Being Peace, Writing Down the Bones
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