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Last call 20 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
There are things we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world; it’s the beginning of a new life. ~ Unattributed So. T...
The Penultimate 19 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning. ~ Ivy Baker Priest Back in September of 2006, in anticipation of a temporary move to West Chester, Pennsylvania,...
In between 18 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized. Then, later, they spring. ~ Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin Although t...
Flower dreams 16 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
In my dreams, I never have an age. ~ Madeleine L’Engle Last night (well, really it was early this morning) I had a dream that was filled with flowers. Someone was teaching me to identify wildflowers ...
Thursday Travels: Picnic 15 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky fleck...
Balance 14 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as...
Anahata 13 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca, Spanish Poet and Playright, 1600-1681 Shamrock (or Clover) is the Capture Your 365 promp...
Liquid 12 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone. ~ Erica Jong Today’s Capture Your 365 prompt is Liquid. You can find plenty of liquid here in the Bogs...
Herald of spring 11 Mar 2013 | 12:00 am
Spring drew on… and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her step...
The frost fairies were here this morning 10 Mar 2013 | 02:00 am
Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us; there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud. ~ George El...
