Category: Wandering
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Musical Bodies…
My right ankle clicks when I climb the stairs and my left knee joins in with a brrrrpt. These tiny percussions are silently joined by the constant thrum of my beating heart, all reminders to whisper thanks for a body that works, most often well. Breathing in whistles a prayer to lungs that are capable…
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Surfing…
I can’t imagine surfing; balancing on a board that rocks and roils with the waves. I have skied (both kinds) and even skateboarded, back in the day. I’d find my balance, place my feet in a stable position and soften the knees. I imagine two ends to surfing. First, a fantasy of letting my body…
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No Pay Play…
I thrive on working toward a big goal, but it’s balanced with various fun-time pursuits. They offer needed diversions when I hit a no flow state in this self-proclaimed “job” of writing for which there is no pay and little recognition. I only want to write a sometimes funny, disastrous, challenging story in which my…
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The Drips…
Drip, drip. The irregular beat of the single drop falling from the loosened faucet rankles you. Drip. Just before sleep carries you into a deeper realm, drip. A leaky faucet is easily dealt with, but what about a leak in confidence? You work, you dream, you make things happen. You are busy, your muscles are…
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Social Diet…
What fills your media belly? 24-hour cycle of doom and gloom? Glossed, plucked and tucked “beautiful” people posing on a beach, seeking acceptance? If you are what you eat, then so are you what you forward, like, click and comment on. What we respond to via a push of a button builds our profile, just…
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The Energy of Flow…
Lifelong learning is one of the principles by which I live, but deep dives are tough. I prefer variety even though diversity of experiences results in a field of many, a mastery of none. I resist traveling down a rueful road, wondering where I’d be had I recognized a drive to write early on. In…
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Open Your Eyes…
Writers are observers. We watch. We pay attention. We make stories from the seen world. We notice colors, patterns and unexpected beauty. We pause, take in the surprise and think about what it means in our world. We tuck it into an emotion-packed memory to draw upon in times of drought, crisis or solitude. We…
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Confidence 2.0…
I’m doing a fair job of learning about all things writing and publishing. It’s messy. A lot of dross ends up in the trash bin. Many words sit in forgotten files. If I don’t love all parts of the process, I must choose another endeavor to fill my days. I embrace every rejection, faithful that…
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We Do Because We Must…
What drives you through each day until your head hits the pillow, at peace and ready for rest? What passion bounces you out of bed, eager to face a brand-new day of more, more? I can’t imagine doing anything other than writing for the bulk of my allotted hours. A few of those are spent…
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More Thoughts About Love…
What pops into your head at the thought of love? Valentine’s Day? Your sweetie? Kitty cats and puppy dogs? Fear can keep us from venturing toward love. If love is given, it can be taken away. Loving our neighbors, all neighbors, is driven by our thoughts about love. If it is too precious to be…
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