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My Watch
I sit in the diner waiting for my good friend, Dan. I look down at my wrist and see the watch. It’s a vintage Omega, from the 1960’s. Susan, my treasured friend, gave it to me. It was her father’s...
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Not Stepping Away
Away, away, away. When I felt the closeness growing, I pulled away from her. When the big book opportunity came, I slowly drifted off. When this work- right here- began to feel big and meaningful, I...
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Resistance
I feel the horrific rush of self-judgment. You dropped the ball again and now look where you are? Buried and lost. And then I think- No, this is all wrong. Don’t look back. That’s done and gone....
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Rooted
She stands amidst the range of trees out back. A proud and massive oak, flanked by the maples. Her main trunk splits and she is slightly out of kilter, leaning to the west, but she wears her...
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Soon
Tasks occupy me. Important and worthy tasks. But these tasks keep me right now from my heart’s calling- to write and to read. This deferral though is a good thing because when I return, I’ll come...
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Only Love
I used to believe that love was a form of relationship. I love you; you love me. That’s our deal. I would diligently monitor my love relationships. Feeling hurt or wronged, I would ask- was that an...
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What I’m Doing
Busy day, again. If I start to catalog my tasks and responsibilities, if I allow my busy mind full rein, it all comes crashing in. Too much to do, too little time. I can feel it starting to hum. That...
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Too Much
What are the words that might capture the brilliance of this morning? If they exist, who could find them? I experience first the air. Crisp air that fills my body with its energy as I breathe it in....
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Dying in Each Moment
“To live in the realm of Buddha nature means to die as a small being, moment after moment.” Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind As the cancer consumed my father, he disappeared a bit at a time....
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The Weight
Sitting on the back porch, feeling the warm sun filtered through the pines. I am a stroll away from that great source of peace, the ocean. My precious dog, Sammie, is dozing at my feet. I know I’m...
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A Great Disorder
A. A violent order is a disorder; and B. A great disorder is an order. These Two things are one. (Pages of illustrations.) Wallace Stevens, “Connoisseur of Chaos “ My expectations explode against...
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The Wind
Be like the forces of nature: When it blows, there is only wind. Tao te Ching, Chap. 23 It’s early evening. The cold air moves in. Storms approaching. Staring into the woods, feeling the wind as it...
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Immortal
I step out into the early morning chill. Air crisp and pure. First snow of winter. Fields of scattered sparkling diamonds. These moments. What words could really capture them? Someday I will die...
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A Year of Living
This year. A year of putting aside the pointless pursuit of the targets of my ambition. Giving up the enticing numbness of repression and drift. Not stepping away when it feels too real. Shutting...
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In the Woods
Today in the woods- deep snow, air so cold and sharp it tingled. Finding a sliver of bright sun, beneath the sky of infinite blue, I felt the sun’s warmth on my face. Standing there, I allowed the...
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Lifted
I have tried to write of this before and backed off. I just don’t have the words. But tonight I must try. Dimly lit room, warm against the black and cold night outside. The house is still. I sit in...
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The Stone
A cold, blue sky winter day. Sharp wind. But even from the warm shelter of my kitchen, I am drawn to step out. To take a few moments out there, outside. Reconnect. Many years ago we built a small...
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The Murmuring Brook
We say, “Step by step I stop the sound of the murmuring brook.” When you walk along the brook you will hear the water running. The sound is continuous but you must be able to stop it if you want to...
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The Dance
I stood at the window for a long time. Watching the snowflakes dancing past. Seeing the frozen jewels glide past my window, falling into the white blanket beneath, I felt- for a moment- sadness....
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From the Beginning
Wandering through the museum, appraising the creations scattered along the walls, I found myself before the Rothko and everything stopped. Anchored in place, rooted in the moment. That breathtaking...
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