The Darkness of the Morning

I make my way into the darkness of the morning –  it's 4:20 am.  I have been writing and writing and writing. In the darkness of the morning, I feel the aura of the unknown. I welcome its mystery.   I reach for my trusty oh-so-classic, weighted-by-its years laptop.   It sits…

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This is What’s Up

Rain this morning.  Delicious.  Now the sun.  It makes me glow.  Heightened awareness.  Okay so what's that about....oh I just had an epiphany yesterday and suddenly -- profoundly --realized in a somewhat much clearer way than ever before....that all I need to do is show up for me.  No matter how…

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The fog of Uncertainty

For days now I am greeted in the early am with layers of fog.  It sets my morning in a way that allows me to move in an unfettered way.  There's a freedom attached to the fog.  It holds what it is to come and for the few morning hours…

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A Fog Calling

I had been missing the fog horn lately and was surprised how much it shaped my early mornings.  Soon, as the end of June came and well into July and now early August -- the fog has appeared front and center and I knew it was time to note its…

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Is it all a Paradox?

It seems I play with dualities lately.  I am increasingly more and more aware of the balance of yes and no and working with the opposites to bring a united front. It's seeing myself as oh so small at times and then in a flip, realizing the immensity of my greater…

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Laundry Day

There’s something about freshly washed laundry to spark a memory. As I was hanging up my wet clothes to dry in the fresh air I remembered being with Mom on one visit where we exchanged favorite items we once valued with each other. She gifted me a scarf from her…

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Lessons of the Waxing Moon

I woke up at 3:30 and clearly knew I was being summoned. I found my robe and slippers and made my way with cat companion toward that first cup of coffee.  My laptop and the shimmering moonlight provided the only light I needed to write. Why was this particular year…

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