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She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.) She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…
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Migration
Five billion years — we must find a new home. Five billion years — the earth falls into the sun’s…
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Willows
Early March and the willows, brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning…
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Haiku, Japanese Garden
The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by,…
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Famine
Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. …
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Loneliness
One clove of garlic, chopped, sautéed in olive oil, a handful of spinach leaves steamed, rice noodles boiled. An…
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Transformation
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You are trapped in the gyre, drifting in the ocean without oxygen in a mass the size of Texas. You can escape. Lean close. You must throw yourself into…
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InterPlay Journal, Friday morning, April 4, 2014
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Steve (the man with the gray goatee) led InterPlay this morning. “Spring” was definitely the theme today. About 20 of us were milling around and chatting at the start, so…
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Communal Life
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The cherry trees shake out their fullness the buds all in bloom now absorbing the sound of the blue day. The photographer must be quick as he leans over his…
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Interplay Journal, Friday morning, March 29, 2014
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We did a long warm up to the music of Stephane Grappelli as Joy led the group. She had us do a number of walk-stop-runs with our group of 18…
