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Poem – Home
To mom and pops Light edges across the roof giving rise to my shadow. With eyes closed I know it is there, I know I am home. I left 20 years ago trying to find my way to make my own life and path. Travelling to other countries finding my heart in Alaska but I…
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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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Essay – Influence
An entire lifetime spanning so many years, is divided into smaller lifetimes, or books. These books of our life are further divided into chapters. I think the books are finished and started with major events or changes and these can be happy, joyous, sad, perhaps a death or tragedy. The chapters within each are related…
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Alaska 2013 – Thoughts and Random Photos
Day 1 in Anchorage, AK. It has been 6-years since I have been here, in Anchorage. Has anything changed? Here, me? Previously I had specific goals and decisions to make during my time. Reflecting back on that time, the space I was within was turbulent, fuzzy, chaotic, twisting and turning in some kind of vortex.…
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Finding Home
Is home truly where the heart is, or where the heart feels at home? The sun rises behind grey clouds infused with faint orange, drifting in the morning sky just above the distant treeline. Across the vast expanse of water, mountains rise to meet the sky, and the sky greets the mountains with tears. A…
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Poem for Northography – Tag
A response to the most recent writing prompt at Northography. http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=289 I returned to the fields of the childhood I left behind. Rows upon rows of corn stretching forever and above our heads as we ran looking behind, ahead all around; each stalk that moved could mean we were tagged, and our turn to chase each…
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Random Thoughts
Fall has taken over Minnesota and what on average are the hottest days of the year, has become 50s and rain. A taste of early fall perhaps, and then a head-first plunge into winter, my favorite season. As I have written about before, cold weather, and in particular winter, is when awareness of ourself becomes…
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New Music Tuesday and Peace
I am obsessed with music. Not that I play any kind of instrument, nor can I sing or keep any type of tune. I did play the saxophone for a few years a long time ago. I am happy appreciating others with the passion, drive, and talent. As I have aged, my music tastes have…
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Poem – Crowd gathers in a cold city, in February
A slow sunrise behind rooftops and elm. Winters breath across a frozen lake. Flock of birds heading east near silence their cry. Airplanes shadow across the stone bridge. A crowd gathers in line for coffee and doughnuts. A child passes on a rusted red bicycle. A few people turn and watch him ascend the hill…
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Essay – Ice Climbing, Alaska 2007
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago about ice climbing in 2007 in Alaska (Matanuska Glacier). The memory and the experience is as fresh as drinking coffee this morning. It is seared into my being and will be a part of me for the rest of my time. As I have aged and who…