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Dec
28

Winter, To Me

Winter, To Me Winter is cold crispy snow; it is blustering wind and creaking house walls; it is crackling fires and wood-smoke on the air; it is frost sparkled windows and dark leaden skies. Winter with heavy evergreen brightness and light crystal blue afternoons; it is warm soups on the stove and spicy cakes with coffee; it is Christmas; it is New Years; it is slow days within ones house. Bright rosy children’s...
Feb
18

Replay, Seasons in a Woman’s Life

This is probably the last I will do of ‘replays’, I didn’t save much of my material when I updated or deleted things from my website. But this is one that I like to reread, just to remind myself when I feel overwhelmed by the clamor of this modern life. (Jan 21, 1999) Seasons and women are twining together within my thoughts, the blurring and disintegration of the two, and our losses...
Jan
14

Take Time To Smell The Roses

Roses I adore has a quote from LILIES OF THE FIELD by Anna Quindlen. Read the whole speech. think about it a bit, maybe add a new blog to your blogroll. People don’t talk about the soul very much anymore. It’s so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you’re sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you’ve gotten back...

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