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Poem – Reflections on What Proceeded Today
In the last few hours of the year.Superior is awake and talking. Waves are heard before they appear as bulges in the sea,crashing on rocks unable to freeze. The old cabin windows rattle and shake,before settling down until the next wave arrives. Pine and cedar branches weighed with snow,bobbing amidst the cold onslaught. Trees standing…
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Autumn Thoughts
Speeding through November with December around the corner, a pause is warranted in the daily flow to reflect, to think, to breath. The sun settles into the horizon earlier as darkness consumes more time and the cold encourages us to seek more warmth within ourselves. The day emerges slowly with orange and purple streaks as…
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Good morning from Leroy and Vinny
Looking at the calendar, over a month has passed since my last post here. Where does the time go? I would like to say that I was in the midst of some grand adventure, but that would not be true! Life. Just life happening, and dealing with the daily grind, the obligations, and the 9-to-5.…
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Poem – More Questions Than Answers
That crossroad we come to in moments of stress and blocks, the struggle choking rational thoughts, the behavior, the actions – this is not me. How did this happen? How did I get here? Change is subtle and patient. One day we vow to find balance, to live and act a certain way, to be,…
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Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close in our hearts and in the dreams we wake from and try with endless energy to return to. Home is not where the hat is hung, but where our subconscious retreats during times of angst and when…
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Poem – The Border Kingdom
(1) We drive the dusty road east from the mountains toward the flat land not divulging any secrets from this distance. Still morning the intense sun withers fallen vegetation and quickly dissipates dew clinging to cactus needles. We have not spoken since the pass where we studied the horizon surveying what we left behind and…
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Poem – Fragmented Days
The more we hear the more we turn away from the voices carried from beyond the horizon on broken winds as each day chips away at the armor. Thoughts scatter through the empty field past the tree line and I stop at the border. What inhabits the forest I cannot see or hear? Days broken.…
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Poem – The Foundation of Each Day
Like a drone on autopilot I rise when the alarm cuts through the night with no thought or question. I drive the long road through the sleeping city past windows and doors leading to lives I do not know. I, like them, struggle with the burdens, expectations, roadblocks, doubt, and the surprises life throws each…
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Poem – Continue
Knocked down, blown off the mountain, buried and struggling, yet we continue forward as the human spirit is resilient and true at the core when the best of us surfaces.