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Peace
I’ve been on a Pharaoh Sanders kick for the past several weeks. There is something mystical-magical-inspirational about his work. As I sit here now, wrapping up another work week, feeling accomplished even though I didn’t get everything that I’d hoped for completed today, I’m listening to Hum Allah Hum Allah Hum Allah on Spotify. I…
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Pack-less Wolf
There is a myth that the wolf is a solitary creature. Wolves live in packs. There is a hierarchy, sure, but the pack life is life. There is the breeding pair — boss man and boss lady, mom and pop — who are at the top of the heap, large and in charge. There is…
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Think Writing
I’ve been writing inside my head. There are times when a great line will pop up, usually in the middle of the night or when I am outside, soaking up some sun rays. I am typically far from paper and pen at those moments and before I can get to a place to jot them,…
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Inhale
So much advice is about exhaling. Not to diminish the value of letting out the breath held, but without taking in, there can be no letting out. This afternoon, for just a little while, I sat in the sun, inhaling its warmth until I couldn’t breathe. It was glorious. I had my eyes closed and…
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Trauma (K)not
I went through a spell as a kid where untying knots was pure joy. I had a puzzle or something once and it involved untangling these pieces of bent metal. From there, I moved on to string, yarn, rope … there was something therapeutic about picking at the strands to disentangle them from each other.…
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Mojo
I lost my mojo but I found some part of it. I used to sit outside every day when I bought this house; life happened and I stopped doing that. I started doing it again and sometimes wrote while out there as well. And then I stopped doing that. I realized I missed outside and…
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Big (to me) Blessings
It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy. Walking outside and seeing the sun reflecting off snow on the mountains after days of rain … Hummingbirds … Dog smiles … I could go on, but much of the list would include things like that. I suppose such happinesses come from humble starts: my parents…
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Small Small Sun Small
I sit in the sun with my arms crossed: I can feel its rays burning my flesh beneath my sweater. I close my eyes and wonder as I watch the floaties: I once heard that eye floaties are bits of dirt and debris that get trapped in the fluid on the outside of the eyeball.…
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gods
We watched The White Tiger yesterday on Netflix. If you haven’t done so, I recommend it. The imagery, the experience … But I digress. The main character makes a point about different faith traditions: he states that Muslims have one god, Christians have three, and Hindus have 64 million; he wonders which one to pray…
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Rays
I’m still on my Pharoah Sanders kick. I’d forgotten the forlorn wailing of his horn, the grounded flexibility of his Sun Ra Orchestra, his connectedness to Mother Africa and planet, moon, star that evidences in every note. I cried when I listened to ‘Astral Traveling’ the other day; the tendrils of sound touched my inside…
A New Bloom
Where the Starving Activist Lives
A New Bloom 