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Why do We Fight?
Clouds part and the setting sun burns the last rays into my eyes before disappearing behind the trees. Such balance as each of these systems, including my just sitting here, has a role. Finally the path I am on makes sense. Pieces from everywhere scattered to the wind are falling into place, and for the…
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Taking Care of Ourself First
Really, to help others, we should be in a good place ourself, to put more positive energy into what we are trying to accomplish. Excerpted from Rules of the Hunt Taking Care of You Drink plenty of water. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a pauper. Eat more fruits…
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Adventures with Leroy – Winter is Coming
A late fall walk with the puppy to the park. Recent rains left great mud for us to play in. The park was alive with ducks, geese, a hawk, chipmunk, and many squirrels gathering food. Within all of the activity, we took time to sit at the beach and watch the ducks play and swim.…
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Poem – The Dead Sea
Standing before my reality, I see the ruins. A civilization gone before my eyes. The pillars stand above the land, where someone’s life started. Standing alone on a cliff, I see what remains. The water flows beneath my feet, From the canal to the Dead Sea. People from the old world came to start again,…
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Poem – Mind Games
Trying to get my head straight. I stare carelessly out the second floor windows at burnt yellow and green leaves. Not much wind is blowing. Even with a stifling heat and little wind, there is something calming about this later afternoon, some other white noise is present. On the verge of sleep my eyes are…
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Summer on 41st
Stretching eager fingers, ready to continue on a new piece with the working title of “A Season in Hell”. Not very original, however, a tribute to one of my favorite writers Arthur Rimbaud. I look over the empty streets from my office. The unimpeded sun heats black tar and the day has the hazy look…
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Through The Window
Miles long cloud columns extending from the setting sun on this summer evening. A partial view of something so beyond myself, my place, my sense of being that it becomes the start, a first chapter of a new journey, I am finally resolving within to accept and wrap tired arms around. I vow to wait…