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Category: Outdoors
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HONEY OUT OF THE ROCK I need to live like that crooked tree — / solitary, bittersweet, and utterly free — / that knelt down in the hardest winds // but could not be blasted away. / It kept its eye on the far horizon / and brought honey out of the rock. – Green…
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Dwelled Planet I thought at one point, if you could be up in heaven, this is how you would see the planet. And then I dwelled on that and said, no, it’s more beautiful than that. This is what heaven must look like. I think of our planet as a paradise. We are very…
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Early For Spring Seems like it happens each winter: I wake one morning and hear spring. Too much light in sound, in winged singing and commotion, a clarity in the air released from previous melted muting snow. Focus and intention I’m not yet ready for, now, early February. What stirs me most each time I…
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MAGIC TREE We’re wrapping lights around the Maple. Tightly, so when night alights outside we won’t see a cloud, but the tree, her gracious, spreading skeleton. When you mention that across the street, earlier, Steve hung his decorations — icicles framing his roof — I remember you’ve already told me this. I didn’t grasp until…
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Tonight, four years ago, I almost tripped over a tiny kitten on the garage step. For some well-timed reason, I looked down before I stepped, and two large, dark, highlighted eyes and a milk-drop nose turned up toward me. Long story shortened, the kitten adopted me, and I adopted him. Since I’d been watching a…
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We are what we eat, we know; but more, we are what we feed ourselves. This pertains to far more than food. Our surroundings are our fuel. Our family members, people we befriend, people we love, what we read, watch, listen to, where we live, where we travel, what we run into and what we…
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Some nights, I sit for hours watching the backyard fence, what golden light it holds still for a moment as, on the other side, cars rush by. The fence posts seem to catch and release each car, like sheet by sheet of animation drawings. Headlights gush open each framed space and proceed up the street,…
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Three years ago last night, or sometime before that night, someone, in the company of an adorable, tiny, filthy, ear-mite-ridden, wounded-lip kitten, left that kitten – the veterinarian would later presume − in front of a neighborhood. The kitten spent at least Halloween night on his own in a world full of cars and kids…
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Last winter, I decided to find out how a snowflake forms. So fantastical, when immersed in a cloud of bright gray, to suddenly notice a single crystal, and then another, and see how the two are so alike and yet not at all the same. A snowflake, as it turns out, is a mineral. It…
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