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Monthly Archives: December 2009
loss and gain
A week and a day ago I waited for my little dog to die. Brindy had lived a good life, a really swell batch of days spanning nearly 18 years. This day she suffered. My mom had told me (from her experience with our 17-year-old doggy from my childhood), “When it’s time, you’ll know.” She … Continue reading
Posted in family, lil' animals, reflection, thankfulness
Tagged brindy, mom, thankfulness
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only a test
Coming back now to blogging, or hoping to, and my WordPress thingy tells me that the upgrade I finally made to version 2.9 has caused some unforeseen problem. What does this mean? Why did I select upgrade, ever, in the first place? Maybe I will squirt some words through the press, maybe not, but I … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
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holiday shamble, pretty all right
It’s Christmas time, and time for a little gratefulness, joy, and humility on my part. A holiday is a holy day – for me this holy “day” always lasts two or three weeks. For good or ill, the ordinary workings of life slip to the sidelines, as my family celebrates the birthdays of two children … Continue reading
Posted in belief, holiday mood
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still a gift
I wish to begin some reflections on the gift I’ve carried inside me the past ten years. At the end of 1999, my individual existence was given a gleam of real life, and it has never dimmed. I entered into a rag-tag group of followers, dedicated to seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, and touching the intended … Continue reading
Posted in belief
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cold commitment; warm smiles
At the fairgrounds on Saturday I found them. Twenty or so writers sat shivering behind their books, smiling and greeting each person browsing the author fair so warmly you could hardly tell. But they were dwelling beneath air conditioning fans stuck on, and it was a colder than normal day for our town. I’d like … Continue reading
coasting to an idea
Water reflected moon’s shine. White crests and packed sand dimly shown, drawing the two of us from a room of comfort into the chill and gusts before dawn. Feebly I attempted visual capture. But more to the point, the narrative flowing in my head channeled thoughts toward an interesting moment. The writer-learning this past year … Continue reading
