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Fog
This morning, a beautiful fog dimmed colors, softened outlines, made the world a more mysterious place seemingly full of hidden possibilities. I have never lived in a place where fogs were a common occurrence and so they seem special, dream-like, alive with unknowing. My health has continued to decline. As my physical energy drains away,…
Winter Solstice
The shortest day of the year has ended and we are heading into the longest night. Here in the northern hemisphere, this is the darkest time of the year. Now, in so many ways, darkness seems to describe not only the natural rhythm of Earth’s dance with the Sun, but also many aspects of the…
Seeing More
Looking Out the Morning WindowGray day.Heavy cloudsoverhead and within.Four deeremerge from the woods,approach my house –opening all the doors. Once again, it is beauty/delight/awe that saves me, that reminds me there are always larger-than-human mysteries. For almost two months, I have been delighting in this exquisite palace, built between screen and pane near the table…
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