We are waiting. Always, it seems, we are waiting. We wait in the moment, and we wait for what arises next. We await the melody of a loved one?s voice, the fall of a soft footstep, and the sound of the telephone. We wait in long lines at the bank, the grocery store, and the…
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November, with its bittersweet days, has faded into December?s enticing arms. This time of year, replete with reminiscence and nostalgic yearnings, brings both challenges and delights. As the last of autumn?s crimson and golden-amber leaves dance to the ground, the chill of winter?s coming brings us to hearth and home. I forget, sometimes, that the…
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Tonight, I bathe in the sweetness of my life. I am, indeed, blessed with wealth of the most wondrous sort. Driving home from my office, I am guided by the radiant glow of the Hunter?s Moon. I reflect on the utter joy of the life I continue to create. The air is warm, the car…
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October?s vibrant colors seep into my spirit as I take my first steps along the hillside path. The early morning sun is soft and gentle; its rays shine through the sweet blue sky opening wide above me. The weather is changing, the leaves are turning. I sense a shifting in my inner core. Autumn?s chilly…
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It is a delightful September evening, and I feel the embrace of autumn in the air. I study the beautiful face before me. Soft rays of fading sunlight stream across her skin. Her dark hair shines and dances in the soft breeze. Her deep brown eyes are luminous, warm, and open. Her eyes and her…
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I can hear the brittle jangle of shattering of glass in my mind as I listen. I flinch inside, imagining a cascade of broken shards beneath delicate feet. So poised and careful, she enunciates each word with precision; she creates a flawless collage with each utterance. I listen carefully, astutely following her voice, the tight…
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Let me paint for you a picture of a woman I have come to love deeply, a complex woman whose attitude denied death its wrangling grasp for over four years. It is fitting that on this particular June day, the third day of summer, the clouds are hanging gray and heavy. It seems that they,…
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This gentle August morning could not be more exquisite. A light coat of fog embraces us with its ethereal, almost haunting quality. I am out with Pup on our early walk, and the world is still. Even the birds are unusually quiet; it is only the light patter of our steps that breaks the silence.…
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Just a few weeks ago, on a gorgeous weekend evening, a dear friend and I took a walk at Spring Lake, one of the countless natural treasures in our area. His waif-like, golden-haired daughter led the excursion on her pink and black bicycle equipped with training wheels. She recently began learning to ride a bicycle,…
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It is an intoxicatingly beautiful early June morning. As I walk up the pathway, the cool breeze of dawn caresses my bare arms. The soft light filtering through the trees bathes me in its gentle glow. The birds sing sweetly?ever so strident yet melodious?and I feel their music waft through me. A woodpecker pecks staccato…
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