An Ordinary Day
posted about 1 year ago | 3 comments
It was an ordinary day.
I rose late.
Well, late according to some. Just the right time for me.
I drank cold coffee made before the dawn,
while awaiting a new pot. I fill a cup halfway, topped it off
with hot water. I prefer a lighter brew.
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I rose late.
Well, late according to some. Just the right time for me.
I drank cold coffee made before the dawn,
while awaiting a new pot. I fill a cup halfway, topped it off
with hot water. I prefer a lighter brew.
...
Sometimes a gambler's heart
posted about 1 year ago | 2 comments
Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment. - Ellis Peters
The highs, the lows. At last, the doors and windows can be opened at will. The great clean up begins, and every year I wonder aloud if the yard will ever possibly look as ...
The highs, the lows. At last, the doors and windows can be opened at will. The great clean up begins, and every year I wonder aloud if the yard will ever possibly look as ...
The power of three
posted about 1 year ago, updated 2 minutes later | 3 comments
My cactus is blooming for the third time this winter. My husband brought me this as a surprise one day - it was in a teeny pot, just one stem. I fussed and coddled it, talked to it, repotted and looked at it constantly. Honestly, I obsessed. Durin...
The Red Balloon
posted over 2 years ago | 1 comment
It is a crystal clear, windy day. The sky is so blue, that it has a violet tinge, and hurts your eyes.
Standing in the backyard surveying the expected, when suddenly appears a red balloon - bouncing through the air to settle lightly on the grass...
Standing in the backyard surveying the expected, when suddenly appears a red balloon - bouncing through the air to settle lightly on the grass...
Mr Brown is out of town.
posted over 3 years ago | 7 comments
I don't get poetry.
I know, admitting that in public makes me appear to be some sort of troglodyte. Insensitive, dense, perhaps lacking in refinement and appreciation of the finer things in life. But really, it just doesn't do a thing for me.
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I know, admitting that in public makes me appear to be some sort of troglodyte. Insensitive, dense, perhaps lacking in refinement and appreciation of the finer things in life. But really, it just doesn't do a thing for me.
...
Words
posted over 3 years ago | 2 comments
So many times, so many ways. Words are all you have.
Painting a miniature facet of your soul for others. The real, the imagined, hoped for or feared. Small or large thoughts...inadequate in some ways to express the full depth and breadth of what...
Painting a miniature facet of your soul for others. The real, the imagined, hoped for or feared. Small or large thoughts...inadequate in some ways to express the full depth and breadth of what...
A musing on the nature of nature.
posted over 3 years ago, updated 26 days later | 3 comments
I have no beginning, and no end. My power is vast, yet I am fluid and formless. I can crumble buildings and caress a baby's cheek. My presence is with you always, within and without.
I carry the key to unlock hidden memories in the blink of an e...
I carry the key to unlock hidden memories in the blink of an e...
The Memories You Keep
posted over 3 years ago, updated 3 days later | 3 comments
My sister is one of the most stressed out people I know. I used to wonder if she enjoyed a crisis, and arranged her circumstances, unconsciously, to provide just such events. Even when things are going smoothly, she is always worried about what is...
Witnessing from afar
posted over 3 years ago, updated about 1 hour later | 0 comments
And here it is, the destination realized. How is is that I can be so happy for them, and yet - sad that the goal was achieved and in a way I feel that I missed it.
I know that I was not meant to be a part of this adventure. I also know that with...
I know that I was not meant to be a part of this adventure. I also know that with...
