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01 Mar, 2020

Natural is the New Perfect

01 Mar, 2020

I wrote this post as an open letter to my community in Maine: Dear friends and neighbors. As our winter-weary hearts turn toward the warmth and rebirth of spring, I extend what I hope is a compelling invitation – to consider “natural is the new perfect” on your lawn...

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03 Feb, 2020

Rest

03 Feb, 2020

Winter. The still time. Sometimes I get nudgy habituated to movement and action when what is called for is non-doing and rest. I tremble and plead for answers to my questions put as demands: Tell me, show me, send me a sign. When what is called for is rest....

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10 Feb, 2019

Storm

10 Feb, 2019

Storm Dark clouds kiss the sky, lay themselves down like a vixen waiting to be ravaged. Winds aloft are warm like breath, but here where I stand, it’s frozen. Tiny, iced ball-bearings pelt the earth and leave striations of white against my window. Who gives a storm a name...

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21 Dec, 2016

Return to Honahlee

21 Dec, 2016

It happened gradually, like the slow sinking of a rotting old barn into the earth. But I’m ahead of myself. I’ll venture back to a different time.

I was nine years old, and once again I’ve skirted the edge of the golf course behind our house to go to the...

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01 Nov, 2016

What the Oak Tree and the Eagle Know ~ #ApproveThisMoment

01 Nov, 2016

Let me begin by telling you a little story. It starts back when I was a buck-toothed, stringy-haired, eager-to-please eleven year old in 6th grade. (Not much has changed!) My sister, Elaine was making her Confirmation. One of the presents she received was a book mark. For some reason,...

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04 Apr, 2016

Rain, Cherished Rain

04 Apr, 2016

Rain falls. Spring rains, beneficent rains. And I intend to be grateful and thankful, even with their raw, 30 degree backdrop. I recall my friend, Anne’s meditative journey/dream to Rain. In it, Rain – a being; Rain like a character in Earth’s novel. And she – for surely Rain must...

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10 Mar, 2016

Only One Day

10 Mar, 2016
There is only one day.
The first day.
To be alive on the first
markedly balmy day of the new
year is to feel
a beckoning like instinct
a call to the woods or the seashore.
Invisible hand extends – one finger
curled, motioning.
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16 Jan, 2016

Beyond These Shadows

16 Jan, 2016

Three years ago today, I flew home from a service trip to Haiti. We built a huge chicken coop for a nearby orphanage in the hopes of providing much-needed protein and revenue opportunity for the children and their "family administrators". As the plane left Port Au Prince, and before...

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07 Jan, 2016

True Note

07 Jan, 2016
To which sounds
shall my hardened ears direct
their awareness?

Perhaps the single – no,
repeated – scream of a broad-winged
hawk circling
overhead, lost
from view through clutters of barren
branches or the pleasant
chatter of nearby chickadees.
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01 Sep, 2015

How Then Shall We Live?

01 Sep, 2015

This lump in my throat is my heart crying. These tears that fall silently and then not-so-silently are insufficient motions for an inexpressible grief: One more White Rhino has been slaughtered for its horn made from keratin – the same stuff as my finger nails; another female and her...

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