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One of a roomful of eager disciples I strain for every word and nuance. Thirty two of us sitting in this one studio have travelled…
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Jim kissed my hand today when he came through the door. Something more, in fact he kissed my hand, then pressed his forehead to it….
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Physallis franchetii hang, bright, orange paper lanterns. Chrysanthamum globes glowing. Both sight the end of the year. Light beams.
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On starting my Masters degree:- One of a roomful of eager disciples I strain for every word and nuance. Thirty two of us sitting…
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Trust is the reliance on the integrity and strength of the unseen. If I cannot see it how do I know I can trust it?…
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We need each of those precious moments and events. Snapshots of great beauty, and encapsulated joy in bubbles. We must celebrate the unexpected gifts of…
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I surrender all I stand right here on the edge of my world and gaze across the vast, vast ocean of years and memories, joy…
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For Jules Recent graffiti despoils the faded peach, skin blushed walls of crumbling plaster, baked crisp by fierce summers’ heat. Grand canyons steeply cleaved in…
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Mahlers moody music instantly transports me to watery streets traversed by silent gondolas, gliding gracefully, beneath arching bridges. Mirrored in mysterious depths I watch reflections…
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A young man with a scythe; the summer grasses tumble in his shadow. Muscles ripple in the sun along his sweat-drenched shoulders. Planted; swinging gracefully,…
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