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Poem – Circle
The path I now walk circles and oscillates between two lives I struggle to be a part of I struggle to define. Each has merits and fulfillment each brings me closer to the being my past and my future conspired to create, so why do I struggle in the present? That life I judge myself…
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Shared Essay – The Conversation We Are Not Having
This is an essay from the Huffington Post by Taylor Brorby, titled “The Conversation We Are Not Having“, that I am including in it’s entirety. I normally keep this blog focused on writing and nature, and this fits within nature and the environment. It is about the Bakken oil fields in North Dakota and what…
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Poem – Where is the Path?
The burning city settles below the horizon as evening darkens trees and empty streets. ~ Lost into haze I let go and allow instincts to guide me through each day, unaware of each step and each mile that passes, I arrive and I leave this space. ~ I see black shadows across the ceiling, in…
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Poem – Know Me
Do you know me, or only my actions? Do you know me, or only the empty space? Do you know me, or only the oxygen I consume? Do you know me, or am I only a number? I know me – the person I am now, the person I work to become, the person I…
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Poem, Thoughts – Roots
Where do you come from? Not from 5-minutes ago, or from your vehicle, but the essence of you, what time, experiences, and place gave you the foundation of who you are? Where are your roots? I did not come money, I came from Northeast, Minneapolis. And so begins the story melding with the present and…
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Dear Mr. President
Now that the smoke has cleared and months of campaigning are over, it’s time to step back and figure out where we go from here. First, I did not vote for you, but congratulations. I mean that sincerely since there is only forward from here, and any anger and hostility must be put aside. I…
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Shift, markers and perception
There has been much talk about a shift and some big event that will shake humanity like a rag doll, until we wake up. It is supposed to lift us from a deep sleep, bring us into the light and in front of a mirror, where we gaze at the reflection of what we are…
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Where
It seems I have been lost in the ether again. The weather here has been chaotic, oscillating within days between mid-summer and early fall. My thoughts seem to follow this pattern and are in synch with the weather, as my writing has gone from productive to nothing and everything in between. Recent events, including a…
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Home
To know my place here, the culmination of past, present, and now – requires awareness of my roots, where I came from, the events and experiences dictating the path. I now accept the path I chose, each bump, each divergement, even the occasions when the path ended at the blue cliffs overlooking the tumultuos waters,…