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Mar.29.2010
I Walk into the thrift shop, past the racks of clothes. I used to love looking through the racks, now I don’t have the patience and the scent of other people—strangers—are in the threads. Even when washed, a faint hint that I am not the first owner is there in the fabric. I don’t mind. Occasionally...
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Mar.28.2010
As I walk down to deposit the mail in the box, I glance down at what I’m wearing: Black summer wool knit dress, in the shape of a paper doll cutout over light blue jeans, rolled one cuff length because they are too long, a simple tan cotton ¾ sleeve cotton shirt underneath, and turquoise Crocs...
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Mar.26.2010
Yesterday and the day before was emotional in a balanced sort of way. I do tend to be moved to tears or laughter, depending on what nudges me at any given moment. Yesterday my moods and emotions felt very much like dear Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. On my way to work, my eyes began to tear and I let...
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Mar.25.2010
Because nature greets me this morning—her tweet-tweet and schwee-schwee—and because I want to write, but am running out of time, I open an old little notebook and turn through a few pages to see if anything calls to me, and I see her—I see Mother Nature there amongst other thoughts, and I bring her...
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Mar.22.2010
I always inspect the hills when I step outside the house, my eyes scan for movement, my ears check for rustling. I heard a sort of honk-honk, it sounded like geese, but I don’t usually see them land in these parts, only fly over. I then see two bobbing heads up on the hill—Turkeys. It’s Sunday, I’m...
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Mar.19.2010
When do I know that Spring is here? A feeling—of whirling in my tummy when I step outside and it no longer feels chill. The light is softer, the days are longer, shining brightly into my soul, warming it from the frost of Winter and the dryness of Fall. The plants that I pass that adorn the office...
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Mar.18.2010
It has been quite busy, as busy season ramps up. It is only this busy for a little over a quarter out of every year where I get to experience what some people “submit” themselves to everyday of the year. All days are not like this, but the other morning I arrived to work at 7:30 a.m. and did not...
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Mar.15.2010
This morning, the sky a pale blue layer that hangs above the hillside, a stripe of champagne mousse streaked across; as I telescope through the lighted spaces between the pine tree branches hanging down, forming a canopy before my window, as though I’m looking through nature’s kaleidoscope,...
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Mar.14.2010
Observations make it to my little notebook to be returned to later. There are days when I come back to my observations to bring them to the page, and they lift off; other times, they just sit there staring at me. They sit there like a dog that doesn’t like bath time, “Come on, boy,” I say, as I...
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Mar.10.2010
Today is 3-10-10. That has a nice ring to it. Sounds like Rin Tin Tin or rain falling. Or maybe it’s a little chu-chu train, chugging along. It seems when I’m feeling stuck or blank, I write about what I don’t have to write about. I process. I’ve always enjoyed the act of processing myself out of...
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Mar.09.2010
There’s been a lot on my mind. I’ve always had a slight preoccupation with death and well, he keeps prodding at me, but this time it’s different. Now I think about all the pages I’ve written and how if I were to suddenly die, I would leave behind thoughts that may be taken out of context, that is...
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Mar.02.2010
Spring teases this year. The pitter pat outside my window tugs on my robe. I cannot refuse. My body slightly shivers. Briskness bringsawareness to my body, of being here outside,and hearing the rain, of feeling alive. As much as I love the warmth of being inside,I’ve come to appreciate the cold in...
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Mar.01.2010
Busy season is getting busier, so this weekend I found my way into the office for a half-day on Saturday and Sunday. I was the first one in, which was a joy, no interruptions to disrupt my flow for a few hours. When the boss arrived, I decided it was time for fresh air and it was a gorgeous spring...
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Feb.27.2010
There’s a certain look she used to see in the old woman’s eyes.Some thought she was “a little off.” She was in a world of her own,seemingly enlightened, yet still broken in piecesthat were visible in the way her smile would turn, the way she would get into her mode, fall back into her high school...
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Feb.26.2010
When I found, Birds in Fall, by Brad Kessler I was in a small independent bookstore, searching the shelves for titles that stood out to me, that called me into the world within the pages. I randomly chose a section of shelves and looked, picked out books, read the back, put many back. One, though,...
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