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I I acknowledge faith is one of those topics to avoid when attending dinner parties, hunting expeditions, or PTA meetings, but I figured if I disguised it in a blog you might not notice.  I could be wrong.  I usually am.  Faith is one of those words that people have grown weary of these days […]

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“We Accept The Reality Of The World With Which We’re Presented. It’s As Simple As That.” Truman Burbank I’ve been struggling to breathe for months. It’s as if I’m suffocating from the inside out. How do you tell if something is alive? You check for breathing.  It’s the first indicator of life.  And I’d be remiss […]

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It rained for about three minutes today, if you have anything that resembles a life, you may have missed it. I watched every glorious second, gave praise and thanks, then went back to writing. Which I admit, looks a lot like I’m lounging in bed in my pajamas, playing on the computer, avoiding life. It’s […]

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Update: Pete says pedalling is two ll’s ~ grammarly says one! I’m going with Pete!  Photo by Cheryl Oreglia  Curb Your Enthusiasm I’m sorry but I find impediments endlessly amusing. The virtue of patience is an ongoing battle for some people (we’ll not mention names), and I can’t stress this enough until it is mastered […]

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Can we all agree to agree with the inspiration of Rainer Maria Rilke who says as we welcome the New Year may it be full of things that have never been.  Or is that just inviting trouble through our unhinged doors?  Last year I wrote, 2020 The Road to Perdition, ignorantly thinking our hellish circumstances […]

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“The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.” ~ James Taylor Decades ago, in my thirties, I was reading Stephen Covey’s book The Seven Habits for Highly Effective People (who wasn’t), when I stumbled upon an important concept embedded in the description of one of his seven practices. I actually stopped mid-paragraph to […]

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​​ I’m sitting in fog so thick it’s as if I’ve landed in an alternative universe, no ceiling or floor to frame my existence, no visible markers to remind me of my position in life (okay, this is sort of my normal state of being, but don’t you think fog is a great manifestation of […]

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“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” Austin O’Malley Early this morning I awake to a murder of crows hiding out in my magnolia tree probably trying to verify if the heady conspiracy of an extra garbage day is true or not. I listen to their crazy banter as […]

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I am settling into retirement as if a bull in the chute before a rodeo. All I can say is someone was a little overzealous with the flank strap.  All I do is run in circles creating dust, bucking the system, and getting nowhere.  Oh, and my cowboy, has been avidly vocalizing his displeasure with […]