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Just Stumbling Along
Sometimes it happens. Sometime you are talking an early evening walk on a near-record hot evening on a street in a drought stricken North Carolina town, as I was yesterday. Sometimes you yearn for the afternoon rain showers that were promised but never arrived. Sometimes, as we did, you turn a corner, lift your eyes…
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…
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