Tag: Wandering
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Perfection is Overrated…
Perfection is a red juicy apple. Until you bite into it. One holiday season I packed away some wax fruit to make way for holiday decorations. I threw them all in a paper bag to store in the attic and forgot about it until I returned to the attic, months later. I was surprised to…
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Take Heat, Take Heart…
To my northern friends who suffer seasonal jealousy of our temperate southern winters, it’s payback time. Morning walks in Memorial Park are HOT from the get-go with a warm, moist towel of humidity wrapping around you. Returning to a home that has the AC set at a previously uncomfortable high is some relief. I earnestly…
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The Long and Short of It…
I’ve recently jumped on Substack, an excellent social engagement platform, especially for writers. I’m surprised and encouraged that readers crave these often-lengthy essays. While I strive to keep these Monday and Wednesday blog posts at 200 words, I can let loose on Substack, even inching toward 1k. It’s fun to write away, at least for…
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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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