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We only have a day
The leaves are signaling a new season to come and- as the orange and red hues spread I’ve been thinking of endings. A little over a year ago my son and I met another little boy his age along with his grandmother. Since then weve seen each other once a week – sometimes twice. Throughout that…
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snake under the bed
I was doing my nightly sitting practice when I heard what -at first, sounded like a slurping sound and I froze in terror. The noise lasted a few moments-then, cut out and the first thing I imagined was that a lunatic had- for reasons unknown- besides being insane- hid in the closet. Nevermind that I…
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waves.
My son has been birthing the last of his four molars and I’ve become attuned to the rhythms of his discomfort. And- like everything else in the natural world -there is always a peak followed by a trough. He’ll be an uber maniac one day followed by just a regular maniac (ie toddler )-the next day. …
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Cosmological precision mirrors the minutia of life
I often come back to-how-everything in our universe came to be-requiring an exactitude that is difficult, if not impossible, for us to grasp. A razors edge of precision. Making it hard to believe that it all happened by chance. A cosmic explosion that somehow fell perfectly into place. Sometimes I’m able to see how there…
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2 years old and bored with life
We were shuffling to library playgroups-gymnastics and any other resource I found in my area. Each day a different place- while making sure to fill all the moments in between. It was a bit of a mad race- to what, I’m not sure. Then – I was given permission to stop via a book that…
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Bad haircut
I routinely trim my son’s hair – especially in the front – as it tends to grow very quickly and prone to get into his eyes. This last time I wanted to clean up the tufts around the ears and miss-snipped and found myself staring at a bald circle. Sure – I could’ve left it…
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An ode to my brother George
I wear a watch and an equally simple necklace with a pendant that looks as if it may be from a high school; it’s a long upside triangle – with half of it yellow and the other white – that reads Saint Catherine’s. Both of these things were gifts from my late brother George and – at…
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It’s what you know
(And just one more reason to mind what you put in- on – around – your being ) I’ve been thinking about potty training and so I asked the library clerk if there were any toddler books on the subject – admitting my cluelessness. As she went to fetch those – a mother, whom had…
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stay with me here
I spotted a man and a woman leaving a restaurant and as they approached their car- the man got in and- just for a moment- the women remained outside, unable to get into the car and I caught the woman’s anger as she reproached the man as he hurriedly unlocked her door. For some reason,…
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A job well done
This post has had a few iterations and working titles but – there was always something missing. So I gave it some time. And – I see, what we notice changes all the time. At times I’m only able to see the material – and not glimpsing at all; the inner workings behind the veil. …
Everyday musings and some baby talk too
Exploring consciousness through the everyday
