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The Autumn Night
The velvet night plays host to the September moon hanging in suspension in liquid air. Cold, crisp edges seal in the lunar landscape, forgetting for the moment, the hot sky which sealed our noon. There comes the night, in desperation relieving the cloddish insensitivity visible in the unrelenting stubbornness of the day, unable and unwilling…
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A Presence In My LIfe
(In May of 2000 I, with the help of family, had self published a hard cover book of poetry called Kiss The Moon; A Woman Speaks and Gives Grace. Except for a few copies I held back, 500 books were sold. In the front of the book I explained how the poetry came to be. …
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My Song Goes Out
My song goes out on the morning air and penetrates the sky to where the stars hang heavy. My lyrics ride the beams that will meet the sun and hang in mid-day until even the grass hears the melody or the mourning. Look who it is! they say. She speaks to us and we hear,…
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Morning Comes
Morning comes with dew hinting Autumn, promising a long, clean winter. Schedules are welcomed and days end at an appropriate time. Evenings stretch like warm welcoming mats, rolling up at our heels and sealing us in with what will feed our Spirits. [product id=”” sku=”001″]
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How And Why
A grandson asked me to explain how my writing comes about. How I give birth to things and the meaning of some articles and poems. Some authors and musicians have said that the words and music are heard with an inner ear. Often writers will say they are writing with the flow. Ralph Waldo Emerson…
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The Explanation
It was with stony disbelief they watched as I slowly lifted the strands of hair at the back of my head. And when they blinked, I smoothed the disarray and said, did you see them? I, of course, had grown another set of eyes on the back of my head. But only after the children…
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In Consort
I seek solitude in that part of mind in consort with the ancient gods. We whisper great truths and often chuckle at the simplicity of man’s complex thoughts and of the complexity of the simple word. It all must do with the feelings of the times. For in ours, when our time was, we laughed…
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The Leader Coach
I was thinking of our son's disappointment in the baseball tournament. He coached the team and they lost. He poured himself into them and it just did not come together. Another place, another time, I told him. It will happen I should have said. His disappointment was keen and I could not take it seriously…
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Rest well, Sailor
So in this night when you lie still and listen for the rain, listen for the wind, listen for the stars moving about the sky, listen also for your heartbeat. It is steady and it is sure. It beats for all your commitments, both loving and lovable. You are an important adjunct to this world…
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The Beginning
There is a mountain top sitting on the edge of nowhere eager for attention. Eager for those with a need to know to start the journey. Eager also to dispense knowledge where there will be help. We ask with great hope for the kind of help given by those who have been driven by a…