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Cowboys and the “Dallas Buyer’s Club”
About three minutes into “Dallas Buyers Club” I just knew I was going to love it. Well, I more than loved it. I absolutely adored it and watched it twice. Why? Apart from being a highly meaningful...
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The Reign of Pain
Tears,years, fears, pain, pane, rain, car, far, are you there, somewhere? I can’t hear you. I can’t see you. I can’t feel you. Any more. Why did you have to die? Why did you have to go? Your...
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Life Eternal
On this sad day 13 years ago unspeakable things happened to uncountable thousands we have gone on aching for those lost Let us affirm life today and always By going to the One within Filed under: Loss,...
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Moonset
The hush of predawn in which the moon silently surreptitiously descends into the black hole of the tail end of night * A similar moment years ago in my arms as she struggled to breathe already half...
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Tyranny of Mind
4AM and you a warm lump under the covers of Morpheus Me wide awake eyes moist with tears I write lest I forget the vulnerability of you yesterday lest one day you ARE no longer a day of dread so...
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The Veil of Love
4AM and you a warm lump under the covers of Morpheus and me wide awake with eyes moist with tears I write lest I forget the vulnerability of you yesterday lest one day you ARE no longer a day of dread...
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Fall Teardrops
Filed under: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Loss, Music of Nature, Nature Photography, Uncategorized, Videos Tagged: Autumn, Fall, Fall colors, Fall Rain, Mood, Raindrops
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astonishment
My friend, Tiramit at Dhamma Footsteps, says it better than I ever could, so immersed in shock, fear and grief are we, obviously the minority here in the U.S…. dhamma footsteps POSTCARD #231: New...
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R.I.P. “Rabbit” with Love, Mouse
My friend My friend with cancer My friend My friend who had chemo Three runs of chemo Radiation Two surgeries My friend who was cured Whose cancer had gone My friend who was cured Who wanted to write a...
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The Breath of Love
Until I can connect with my Muse again and develop a New York City aesthetic that connects with Spirit I rely on revising old writing and photographs… I awaken to moonlight– it is at that particular...
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I am in the middle of withdrawing from a major tranquilizer– a long drawn out and dismal process so there is no creativity and no posts and no reading your posts. However, I had to post this article...
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The Betrayal of the Young Ones of Today
When I was a Child… When I was little I swore to myself that I would not be one of those grown-ups who told children “When I was a child, I walked 10 miles back and forth to school every day in all...
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Requiem for a Tree
It was hot and buggy and I was tired and cross, but my husband convinced me to plant the Impatiens right away because the next day was supposed to be hotter. So I did, mumbling and grumbling as I...
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A Short Winter’s Tale
I cry red berries wash them with teardrops So you can eat them in the morning with your breakfast as you listen so intently to the news on the TV I want lifetimes with you… Without you I would be...
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Just Renters
The house that we think of as “our” house does not belong to us. Not because we are still paying the mortgage on it. This becomes evident one morning while sitting in a moment of calm before the day...
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Beginnings & Endings
No one in my family liked summer. Probably because we lived in New York City and summer is not fun there. Moving upstate changed all that– up to a point. Although I must admit a weakness for those...
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Blessed by Spirits
I have had three visits from the spirit world. Some might say they are “vague imaginings” born of grief and loss. But I know vague imaginings and these were different. In each case I had a soul...
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