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Practicing Sanity: 04.13

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Tuesday, April 16, 2013. I'm not one for prevailing methods of primping-. Daily hair-styling, make up, and hot oil treatments. Have always seemed, to me, a waste of time and effort. I have my own sense of winsomeness, my own. Habits and ways of enhancing my outward strengths. That don't include padding the pockets of Paul Mitchell,. Ulta, Mac, and Chi. But now and again, I get inspired to experiment. With tools and treatments unfamiliar to me,. By nobody's fault but my own:. Links to this post. Your inno...

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Practicing Sanity: Like Father

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015. All I can do is sit on the couch and cry,. Knowing others carry the stronger claim. Your grief pulls mine into the open, and I’m grateful. Grateful for generosity enough to share pain. With us all, however derivative our connection. I need permission to feel. Wittingly or unwittingly,. You give it when you give yourself. You’re so like your father. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Create your own visitor map! There was an error in this gadget. View my complete profile.

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Practicing Sanity: 12.11

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Saturday, December 10, 2011. The pot boils,. The flower blooms,. The writing fades,. We watch without blinking,. Eyes watering, winking-. Still, the child grows,. When we look away. Links to this post. Labels: A Poem A Day. Monday, December 05, 2011. A barely visible cross-hatch of history. Lies below my eyes;. A topographical diary of thirty-five years’. Experience, foul and fair, each impression. Faintly faded as a fabric’s fold. That will never lay flat. No matter how hot the iron,. Links to this post.

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Practicing Sanity: 12.14

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Saturday, December 27, 2014. We go suddenly from is to was. Time is frozen in a picture that holds. A smile we know, have always known,. Have always remembered in motion,. But it’s done now. The smile is now. A thing to be painted or written about,. Described for those who never knew it. Links to this post. Friday, December 26, 2014. Samuel de Lyra Butler. B 8 January 1947. D 25 December 2014. That is one of the realizations to come from his passing. Once. With love, one of your Special Grils,. We are wa...

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Practicing Sanity: 02.13

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Thursday, February 28, 2013. Do you think da Vinci knew. He was The Renaissance Man? Did he know, in his time, the lines he drew,. The connections he made between disciplines were genius. Far beyond his personal interest? Did he have a sense. Of the greatness, the significance of his daily tasks? Perhaps they struck him as mundane. Personally, I think he lacked focus, constantly. Flitting from one medium to another, attending. For moments to a discipline before rushing off. Links to this post. Though it'...

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Practicing Sanity: 02.12

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Saturday, February 18, 2012. She went from person to person. Placing orders. Other people came to fill them. While she juggled I-wonder-how-many-people's. Expectations of service and care. If I were in a restaurant,. My order would be free after such a wait. But this is the ER, payment comes up front. Where I'm neither the product,. Nor treated as the customer,. Though I was well within my rights to say. No thank you, send the meds back. How was she to know I prefer the waning pain. To a shot in the a*?

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Practicing Sanity: Thoughts on Father's Day

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Sunday, June 21, 2015. Thoughts on Father's Day. Love them well, those little ones. Love the mother they’ve known, the wife. They’ve grown accustomed to seeing you embrace. You can’t shift gears when they leave. And expect they won’t pay a price. Even forty-year-old children need to know. You are who you’ve always been. If you are not, then who are they? Such demons sleep under my pillow,. In sealed boxes, between the pages of books. I haven’t opened in decades. I can’t escape the fangs and talons.

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Practicing Sanity: 02.14

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Friday, February 28, 2014. I Need a Bowl. Every time a thought begins to congeal,. She stirs the pot with a question. Or a request for my attention. So the words stay soupy and amorphous,. Spill out on the page without form. Links to this post. Sunday, February 02, 2014. Occasionally the squalls come, sudden,. I am a woman of caprice. You’ve learned. To batten the hatches and loose your sail,. To ride the winds, or be ridden. Links to this post. Saturday, February 01, 2014. Because time was marked out.

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Practicing Sanity: 04.14

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Tuesday, April 08, 2014. Don’t go making a fashion statement. Something it’s not, or equating. Outward signs with spiritual realities. This scarf may be no more than. A pretty accessory; a long, unkempt beard. As much a sign of vanity as an updo. I believe in holy, sacramental things. A purely aesthetic choice, spiritualizing. The length of my hair, your beard. Links to this post. 24 November 2007, 2:57 PM Any color is more itself with you,. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Poem A Day.