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Quid Nunc?: Overwhelmed
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Where do we go from here? Friday, March 02, 2012. And my head fills up, and my brain spins around, and before I know I have to leave the computer to do the Real Stuff of my life - and no blogging has happened here. Japanese Garden Blossoms In Winter's Repose (Photo Essay). Ive issued a challente at Women On. if youre interested. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,. Like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,. Land on the pond with its sedges and reeds.
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Quid Nunc?: February 2012
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Where do we go from here? Monday, February 13, 2012. How To Begin - Getting The Fingers Back On The Keys. Home alone, except for the cats of course, on a blustery cold grey day, with a buggy tummy that kept me up all night. I should probably be trying to sleep, and soon I guess I will. But the fact that I haven't blogged for over three months, not written anything at all, is beginning to prey upon my soul. I think. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,. Shelter, where the co...
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Quid Nunc?: Twilight Owls
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Where do we go from here? Sunday, March 04, 2012. If I were Mary Oliver I could have captured that heart-stopping moment of awe and wonder, that experience of great gift, in a poem - but there is only one Mary Oliver, and she was not there with us. I have tried writing my own poem about it, and will perhaps continue to work with it. It was really beyond words for me, however, it was spirit in its purest form. I REALLY need to see an owl, now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Shelter, where the corn st...
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Quid Nunc?: The Coming of the Green
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Where do we go from here? Wednesday, March 14, 2012. The Coming of the Green. I have seven geraniums and two begonias that successfully wintered over in my greenhouse. And my plum tree wants to bloom so badly it doesnt know what to do with itself. But we arent working outside this week, because we dont want to drown. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,. Like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,. Across the sky made me think about my life, the places.
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Quid Nunc?: How To Begin - Getting The Fingers Back On The Keys
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Where do we go from here? Monday, February 13, 2012. How To Begin - Getting The Fingers Back On The Keys. Home alone, except for the cats of course, on a blustery cold grey day, with a buggy tummy that kept me up all night. I should probably be trying to sleep, and soon I guess I will. But the fact that I haven't blogged for over three months, not written anything at all, is beginning to prey upon my soul. I think. So honored to be the things youll do when youre feeling too crappy to do anything else!
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Quid Nunc?: Warm and Wonderful
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Where do we go from here? Saturday, March 03, 2012. Here's a previous post about the Nature Center. Rio Grande Nature Center. I have had encounters with so many birds this past winter; its been great. But I havent seen or even heard a wild owl. This is on my need list. Right now I am dealing with some kind of disease at my bird feeders, so Im taking them all down and trashing them and starting over. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,. All we do is pass through her...
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Quid Nunc?: January, Great Horned Owl
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Where do we go from here? Monday, March 05, 2012. January, Great Horned Owl. January, Great Horned Owl. A hot tub soak. To wash away midwinter’s. Aches and pains,. Alone, I thought,. Under January stars,. Of the pecan grove,. In warmth and steam. Until I heard him hunting. In the trees along the creek,. Heard the voice that sent. All small things scurrying for cover. In the grasses, under rocks. Bubbling jets the only sound. Rags of cloud chased moon. Chased his shadow sailing in. On a limb over the roof,.
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Quid Nunc?: Long Day's Journey Into Family
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Where do we go from here? Sunday, November 06, 2011. Long Day's Journey Into Family. We have an ocean here in the west, too! So glad you had a wonderful time. Yes, there is one, Lisa - but I dont have the relationship with the Pacific that I have with the Atlantic, and no family living on its shores. Ive traveled through northern CA, and up through OR and WA, many years ago - it was astoundingly lovely - we will eventually wander that way - but its hard not to want to spend much (most? You do not have to...
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Quid Nunc?: Postponing The Final Answer
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Where do we go from here? Sunday, August 14, 2011. Postponing The Final Answer. I've been working on Robin's third question, What do you consider to be the big question or conundrum of your life? I think, Robin, you may be as good a pastoral counselor as I imagined you might be - to get me thinking like this by your virtual questioning - what would you be able to do in person? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,. For a brief while, then lose it all each November.
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Quid Nunc?: November 2011
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Where do we go from here? Sunday, November 06, 2011. Long Day's Journey Into Family. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,. Like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,. Flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek. Across the sky made me think about my life, the places. Of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief. Has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling,. The leader falling back when tired, another taking her place.
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