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    Journeys,  Prose

    In the Wind

    The wind was whistling in the eaves and howling in the chimney. Frequently the windows rattled and bowed at the onslaught. Although the sky was a stunning blue, the elements sounded as though a terrific storm was underway. It was the sound of war. She bowed her head, praying, knowing that just beyond her eye’s reach, there waged the clash…

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    Journeys

    Practice Joy

    What is it that has your attention – or for that matter, mine? Are your eyes on the difficulties of the day? Worries? Unanswered questions? Hope deferred? Let’s try a new look – let’s deliberately focus on joy. (So much different than simple happiness!) A friend of mine encouraged me today, and it reminded me of this. I remember when…

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    Journeys,  Random

    Before Dawn

    It is quiet this morning, and the birds are singing springtime songs outside my window. They begin before the sun comes up, and it is a welcome sound. The harbinger of a new day. As this Sunday awakens, the jumbled thoughts of the night seem to realign themselves in a more orderly fashion. The uncertainty and worries have been washed…

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    Journeys,  Random

    Springtime Flowers

    Looking at my back patio was dismal. Last year’s plants had faded into wisps of yellowed memories. It was a site that caused my palms to itch, longing for my gardening gloves. So, off I went to the local nursery. Now, I know some people are addicted to different things – I have to be very careful when I decide…

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    Journeys,  Random

    After the Storm

    This week was a definite roller-coaster. Early on, there were Texas-sized storms that rolled through, damaging the town where I used to live. Thankfully, nobody was seriously hurt. Although, there was a lot of damage. My dog – my girl Samantha hates storms. Thundershirt, tranqs, whatever it takes, we manage to get through. This one saw us holed up in…

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    Poetry

    Dreamer

    In sleep they come on silent feet, Having been set free. The hopes and dreams are now unleashed – This hidden part of me. Their mission to awaken parts That sleep while it is light. Longings and what’s under wraps Come out to dance at night. Their vestiges remain with me Still near enough to feel. Visions, colors, touch and…