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Postcards on the Edge
I had an extreme moment of crankiness yesterday at the post office. I had received postcards from family and friends, sent from various world locations. Why do we send postcards anyway? Do we just wish to share a moment of our lives with loved ones (likely)? Or do we wish to rub their noses in…
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Holding out for a Hero
Bonnie Taylor sings, “I need a hero/ I’m holding out for a hero ’til the end of the night/ He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast/ And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight.” What I wonder is why we as women need heroes? I love this song, it seems to speak to…
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Why should I be scared? Everything is perfect.
I ran away this weekened. Or maybe I ran to. I escaped to the coast, drove my two Siberian huskies out to this fabulous bed and breakfast in Hyannis Port, Ma. It was the perfect setting to forget all of the stuff going on around me and hang out with God, one on one. I…
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Ritual Hairy Encounter
I reside with four felines, three of which sleep with me, curled up between legs, balanced on hip and flopped over forehead. We have a morning ritual, I set the clock for 5:14, and hit the snooze button three times before finally waking at 5:38. Somehow my companions know what time I really get up,…
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Anything Can Be Done in 4 Miles
That was my mantra today as my feet hit the pavement and my shin splints decided to say hello. I have rambled on about running before, but today I was able to stay in the mile and the minute. It is June in the lovely Berkshire Hills and June means horseflies. These pesky little creatures…
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Notes from the Universe
This is a site I highly recommend. You can sign up for free, and receive a note from the Universe every day. They are a huge source of inspiration.http://www.tut.com/notes/?action=notes
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I am looking out my picture window right now, it is a beautiful day, birds singing, a gentle breeze and tufts floating around from Cottonwood trees. The stream is flowing after last nights heavy rain and everything is green, an early summer’s green. But as I sit here I am stuck in my head, thoughts…
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Tag Saleing my way to God
What is it about Saturday morning tag sales in June? I start off, my list in hand and make my way to the first destination. It is a multi family sale, with many houses participating in the small New England town. The first stop I see nothing. I continue and find a corner shelf that…