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Peaceful Practice
This was originally posted on The Peaceful Professional, another blog of mine which has apparently suffered catastrophic failure due to neglect. That is to say, I can’t find it any more, having made some errors in setting it up that I haven’t been able to repair. It is dead (for now), but the writing lives…
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Poem: My Missing Skin
I think I left my skin somewhere. How else to explain This longing, yearning To return to the sea the sky the land To crawl through the undergrowth Belly-ground touching, Scales tingling with Anticipation Oh, to eat Unencumbered To fly, knowing that This is all there is! To leap, fully alive, From the depths and…
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I could be anything
If you could be anything, what would it be? “Anything?” she said. “Sure. Anything.” hmm… famous, beautiful, rich, immortal, a whale, a dolphin, a famous movie star… “I’ve got it!” she said. “So soon?” “So soon, so obvious.” “Well then, oh clever one, what will it be?” “Complete.” *** “And,” he said, after a pause…
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Serial Having it All
Several years ago, I was in the midst of a frantic time. I was working, going to school, still nursing a baby, up all night, getting up and driving to work at 6:30, getting home at 7:00 (or later), living on fast food and coffee, and generally… well. Frantic. And out of shape. Very out…
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Poem: Hidden Knowledge
Hidden Knowledge In a clearing in the woods On a cliff overlooking the ocean In a cave in the mountains Someone waits. She has the answer you seek, In the hut, In the cottage, In the cave You would not notice her If you passed her in the street. She has mastered the art of…
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What Does It Mean?
An unsubtle synopsis of the last two decades of my unpublished writing which you should read while you can, because I’ll probably think better of it in an hour or two. “[These words.] I do not think they mean what you think they mean.” The first clause of the code of ethics for the Association…
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Losing My Head
I don’t know about where you are, but around here we have a saying, “She’d lose her head if it weren’t attached.” It is (I fear) applied to people like me, those of us who are wont to put things down where we are standing and then wander around for half an hour saying, “Where’d…
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When in Rishikesh…
All unannounced, (at least in blog-land) I went to India for a month last fall to study yoga and Ghandian philosophy. I couldn’t admit it to my blog, because then I would have had to admit it to myself, and I was having to sneak around my fears to be able to get myself to…
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The Kitties of XNOR
Whoa. Totally sounds like a sci-fi title. I promise there are kittens at the bottom of this post. It’s worth the math for the kittens. The other night while playing board games, I had an obsessive need to remember what XNOR was for. It is a digital logic gate, but I couldn’t remember it. I…
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A Life I Don’t Need to Get Away From
Several years ago, we were visiting my father-in-law at his mother’s cottage in the Muskokas. It was a place that people from urban areas go to “get away from it all”. Over the previous several years, however, the area had undergone an enormous amount of development, and they had added a Walmart at the corner…
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My Hardest Thing is a Luxury
This was inspired by the prompt, “The hardest thing…” And as I wrote it, I had the chance to say, “Wow! My life is *awesome*. Even though I still don’t know the answer to the question.” It was the buzz of the elementary school playground in the week leading up to career day. “What are…