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Take the Time
No matter what day to day life brings, and regardless of how busy we are, and how we seemingly lose time, we have 24 precious hours. Take the time for play and for walks in nature.
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Out of touch a bit
Since getting back from Alaska, I have been out of touch with this blog, friends blogs, and generally anything outside of a close sphere of personal projects and work. And writing anything has been a challenge. It seems my mind has become a blank slate, and the pieces I was working on, are drifting elsewhere.…
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Poem Leftovers, Part 2
(1) Within the space of silent wandering what falls away can be forgotten yesterdays discarded paper of a lost time the experience rolled into the collective. they say you are the culmination of yesterday, today and tomorrow. if you hold dearly to the past you will never know the path. the mirror’s purpose is only…
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What is this Made of? (Draft)
Life events and the daily grind have eased a bit, so I thought I would post a draft of this new piece I started a couple of days ago. For the time being, I am posting these type of pieces both here and at Quantum Awareness until each finds their unique identity. If all moments…
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Over Lunch
From a distance, over breakfast or lunch, I sit and watch. I listen. Taken in by the environment, I am anonymous, no one special. I do not stand out. Here is what I see: People hiding behind cell phones, showing affection to the beautiful glow of the screen and downloading apps; intense conversations working toward…
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Turning 38
I recently turned 38 and life, of course, deviated from the one set in stone paths, the direction at that time I knew was it, I knew was my only way. I am not complaining or disrespecting the station I find myself within. Despite vowing to never remarry, I subconsciously and consciously find myself living…
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Time and Music
Time and music are inseparable, as each measures and lives within the other. Imagine the sublime music originating from the universe, and the raw frequencies emerging from the big bang. Imagine being aware of this sound and its vibrations. Imagine the chaos of each day intercepting and blocking the energy around us, preventing, and sometimes…
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Time
At the risk of revealing my physical age, my 20-year high school reunion is happening sometime this year. I refuse to remember when, or acknowledge this fact. As time has passed, which is inevitable, and moving forward beneath our feet, (however we can control our path within that), I have learned to let go of…
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Beyond What I see
Soaring clouds of orange and purple streaking across the limited view I have from here. Yet I feel their motion. I feel their strength. And in that strength I see them moving beyond their origin yet retaining their roots their source. In the beginning of each story faith is instilled and the truth is prolonged…
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At Sea
The midnight sun greets each sailor lost at sea, searching for a port sheltered from the wind-swept ocean off the coast of Brimnes. A swell battering against the hull… Knock… Knock… Ancient trees, glued together, forming the skeleton of my vessel cracking and swaying its moan echoes across the ocean the lighted gateway shimmers across…