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Crossing the finish line
Five years makes 20 issues, plus a whole lot of stories in between.
Thinking about ways we cope…..
Sometimes I wonder if Ginger can imagine her life without snow.
For good reason
Even after six years moose encounters still startle and impress me. See Also : Just Like Anyplace Else Except…..
Little wonders anywhere
Stubby little pencil hanging in the church pew holds a smile for you.
Building A Life One American Sentence At A Time
I managed to post 17 syllables to this space every. single. January day. And when I came to the end, I wondered what would happen on February 1? February 1, I posted 17 more. The concept of an American Sentence is rather obscure and though I learned about it in the context of a poetry …
Saturday Afternoon Sidewalk Skate
Their distant parking spot did not keep them from skating to the party. 😂
The way through
A deep breath….a pause and a clearing, the choice to be right here right now.
These mountains, they call me…..
Take time to look up from the place where you stand, look out, beyond, and breathe.
January nights
I watch the evening fire burn and mark this, another day is done.
The Red Badge of Courage – Stephen Crane
So it came to pass that as he trudged from the place of blood and wrath his soul changed. See also this short story by Crane that was published in a magazine a year after The Red Badge of Courage was published (1895/96). The Veteran lets us see the boy Henry, now an old man, …
Things we talked about in the pediatrician’s office today…..
When life upends us in sudden, unexpected ways, how shall we live?
January shift
Winter colors are fading now in the fast growing light of the day. See Also: Joyfully Living In Maximum Slope >> A glimpse into my first time around on the dramatic run toward the light after deep winter dark And speaking of that deep winter dark: Light that Shines in Darkness.
Comfort: A Journey Through Grief – Ann Hood
Grief doesn’t have a plot. It isn’t smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end. I read through this slim volume in an afternoon, which is a rare example of reading focus for me, but – beautifully written – this is the sort of exploration of grief that captivates me>>The grief of a mother …
Things that are saving my life right now….
When the way is dark, cold, and slickery, spikes in my soles for the win.
A soft cozy gift for the pup….
Finally! A bed I deserve, she says as she snuggles into the night.
Our Souls At Night – Kent Haruf
I’m talking about getting through the night. And lying warm in bed, companionably. Lying down in bed together and you staying the night. The nights are the worst. Don’t you think?
I like snow blankets better
Out of the deep cold we rise to put on a shiny new coat of ice.
Telling stories so that I might live
Recently I ran across a digital scrap in my computer that is now bouncing around my brain – something I jotted down last August, simply: “Who tells the story? How we tell the story shapes the meaning.” As illustrated by the weekend controversy over the red capped white boys + native elder on the steps …
Life’s questions….
How does one live when melty mud and shades of grey paint across the view?
Thinking about this day 17 syllables at a time…..
Some days do not offer an obvious sentence with a good photo. The curbside recycling truck did not come today and I don’t know why. I hope that meeting will turn up the puzzle piece I’ve been looking for. For everything there is a season, but what thing was that season for? How big was …
The absurdity of Coincidence or a window to the most true things
I believe that people laugh at coincidence as a way of relegating it to the realm of the absurd and of therefore not having to take seriously the possibility that there is a lot more going on in our lives than we either know or care to know. – Frederick Buechner Today I was sorting through digital …