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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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Francine in Paris -Day 2
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Today was a lovely, sunny, coolish day in Paris – just cold enough for some to wear their full-length mink coats and for others to sit outside of a cafe…
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Francine in Paris – Day 1
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One of the pleasures of travel is meeting folks along the way. On the 9 1/2 hour flight from Seattle to Paris today, I encountered a Brit who investigated UFO…
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Sr. Antoinette at the Monastery
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Now is her quiet season all the contemplation a meditation within all turned inward, a divina lectio. She said, everything we do must be spiritual, bloom with intention, a…
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At the Nursing Home
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As I walk in, a woman straightens the chair on the patio outside her room. Her Easter lily, parched, sits untended, one bloom left. As I pass she says, I’m…
