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In a few weeks, I’m going to celebrate my 60th birthday for the third time. I think it’s worth repeating because sixty is considered the far edge of middle age, anything over and above leaves you teetering on the brink of elderdom, and that province can be ruthless.  My eyesight might be shot to hell, […]

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“May such calm of soul be mine, so as to meet the force of circumstances” Aeschylus I’m feeling the weight of my humanness. You know what I mean? Maybe it’s because we recently celebrated the crucifixion of an innocent man, or all the suffering splashed across our television screens, or the simple fact that wearing […]

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Warning, this post contains impolite language, do not read out loud if children are present. “Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?” Kurt Vonnegut [obviously the policemen] I know things are bad when it takes me three […]

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Feeling my age today, there is a chill deep down in the marrow of my bones, the temperature outside has plummeted, as I swallow back an acidity of fear pushing up from the core of my being.  Cracking the flesh that confines my misgivings as if a walnut, I take the gnarled meat into my […]

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It’s early morning, we’re in the middle of Holy Week, patiently awaiting Easter, not standing in the full light just yet, but full of trust in our Lenten work. If I were being honest I would admit mine was an epic fail, but I’m hopeful because I believe the roots of new life often lie […]

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Do You See What I See “Winter collapsed on us this year,” says Emily Fridlund, leaving us exhausted, spent, and on our knees. Here we are on the brink of the winter solstice, the height of a worldwide pandemic, and praise be to God the end of 2020. Historically this time of year people celebrate […]

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I knew this chrysalis stage was going to be rough but I have to admit the unrelenting joy was a total surprise. “The caterpillar chooses the food the butterfly will need, chooses the exact space to later spread its wings, without the space, the wings would never fly,” writes Marion Woodman. She goes on to say […]

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The fire is raging behind Lakeport, 5:00 pm, taken from our boat, showered in ash. They say good writing is about telling the truth, sometimes I feel it’s more like stretching the truth, not that verity needs more space, but like perfume, a little goes a long way. “Trade what you’ve been taught for what’s […]

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I woke under the spell of a dream. A dream that left behind emotional residue. Residue from imaginary events not possible, logical, or related but puissant nonetheless. It’s all very perplexing ~ keep reading, I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Pushing myself up from the warm covers, I struggle to remember the smallest fragment of my dream, as […]