To be continued…

“We do not know what things look like, as you say,”the beast said.  “We know what things are like.  It must be a  very limiting thing, this seeing,” “Oh  no! Meg cried.  “It’s- it’s the most wonderful thing in the world!” “What a very strange world yours must be,” the beast said, “that such a […]

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Practical Questions

Diamond sun rising inside small black pyramids. 4 birds or 5?   One-bird looks forward Standing under understanding… Practical questions measuring the distance between trees.   One-bird looks back… thickly through painted blue… Keeping the Book of Wishes.   And on this first day of a New Year, wishing all of you a year fulfilled […]

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Between

Running up a hill… Right foot’s grounded touch holds a weighted pause… a black line divides between moments… looking forward, a birds tale reaches back, framed within fabric, paper and numbers. Do you ever feel like you are running up a hill while standing still?  Maybe the standing still part of the upward climb is […]

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the door

Either you will go through this door or you will not go through. If you go through there is always the risk of remembering your name. Things look at you doubly and you must look back and let them happen. If you do not go through it is possible to live worthily to maintain your […]

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Valuing What Matters

“August: You know, somethings don’t matter that much…like the color of a house…But lifting a person’s heart–now that matters. The whole problem with people–“ Lily: They don’t know what matters and what doesn’t… August:…They know what matters, but they don’t choose it…The hardest thing on earth is to choose what matters.” Sue Monk Kidd, The […]

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First Word

First Word Rose Baby’s first word Faintly blue and Rightly torn. Looking out over a hidden smile. Tiny yellow sun Floats Above Whitecaps Below.

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heart flowers

In every heart there is a coward and a procrastinator. In every heart there is a god of flowers, just waiting to stride out of a cloud and lift its wings. The kookaburras, pressed against the edge of their cage, asked me to open the door. Years later I remember how I didn’t do it, […]

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