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of all possible worlds: November 2011
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Of all possible worlds. Wednesday, November 30, 2011. I wore my shoes until the seams split,. The soles shredded, my socks showed. I wore my shoes until I had walked. 500 miles and I had walked 500 more. My shoes carried me on this journey. Each step a revelation. A path ahead- -my shoes gone! Rocks cut my feet, but I take one more step. 160; One more step. Sunday, November 27, 2011. In the Middle of the Air. A circle of fire appeared in the sky—. It happened one day and I must tell you.
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of all possible worlds: September 2011
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Of all possible worlds. Thursday, September 29, 2011. Delighting in sunlit moments,. I would grow into a large and languorous beast. Were it not for my visitor, this blessed and most vexing virus. Oh dear virus, you give me gifts of vagueness and lassitude. You give me gifts of irritation and inflammation. Snot’s not your only offering but also challenge and answer. White cells battle with viral invaders. Tiny life is lost on my behalf. Here is another (another! Lesson on the inner struggle. To be a dog,.
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of all possible worlds: The Visitor
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Of all possible worlds. Tuesday, August 28, 2012. The old rebbe lay dying in his narrow bed,. Face toward the sky. High clouds became letters of light,. And thunder sounded on a distant hill. The family changed his name then,. Hoping to fool Death into looking elsewhere,. But the old man traced invisible letters with his breath. Death came to him then,. Not fooled by the name,. Not concerned with tears. Death came to see what the old man. Had written in the air. Death bowed low and respectfully.
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of all possible worlds: August 2011
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Of all possible worlds. Tuesday, August 30, 2011. No One Starves to Death at the Hospice House. Jim couldn't eat anymore. His cancer ate him instead as he watched the Food Channel. He fed me one-liners when I checked on him every hour. Been dying to see ya, babe," he whispered. After evening rounds I took him some hopeful pie and coffee,. And sat on his bed to help with the cup. You finish it for me, sweet," he said, after a polite effort. I held his wasted hand. Sunday, August 28, 2011. My left brain st...
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of all possible worlds: July 2012
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Of all possible worlds. Wednesday, July 25, 2012. The Art of Showing Up. Prayer and I have an on again, off again relationship—. There are days or weeks in which the praying. And the thanking and the obligating become perfunctory. Up and down I go mouthing meaningless sounds. Only to finish in the wrong position. Or find myself at the end of a sentence. With no idea of the road ahead. Just as it seems to be a profound waste of time. There comes a day of light in darkness—. A day when the words speak me.
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of all possible worlds: August 2012
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Of all possible worlds. Tuesday, August 28, 2012. The old rebbe lay dying in his narrow bed,. Face toward the sky. High clouds became letters of light,. And thunder sounded on a distant hill. The family changed his name then,. Hoping to fool Death into looking elsewhere,. But the old man traced invisible letters with his breath. Death came to him then,. Not fooled by the name,. Not concerned with tears. Death came to see what the old man. Had written in the air. Death bowed low and respectfully. I didn't...
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of all possible worlds: October 2011
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Of all possible worlds. Sunday, October 30, 2011. Abandoned house, Detroit. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. All houses wherein men have lived and died. Are haunted houses. Through the open doors. The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,. With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,. Along the passages they come and go,. Impalpable impressions on the air,. A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts. And that yardst...
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of all possible worlds: September 2012
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Of all possible worlds. Sunday, September 9, 2012. The Sweet Smell of Success: an improbable tale of alien invasions and local heroes. The Sweet Smell of Success. Dedicated to the memory of Carl Sagan. 8220;Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves. But also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we spring.”. Carl Sagan—“Cosmos”. Night lay over the trailer park like a slightly damp wool blanket. At thirty-two his lif...
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of all possible worlds: April 2012
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Of all possible worlds. Tuesday, April 3, 2012. April 4, 1968. April 4, 1968. 8220;Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate. Only love can do that.”. Martin Luther King Jr. Since that date,. A number of people have urged others. To change, to move mountains,. To grow large eyes in a small world. Live high above clamor, carnage and strife. Yet they claim our pain. They give instruction on life. They twitter recycled thoughts into hungry space. April 4, 1968.
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of all possible worlds: Cave Sedem!!!!!
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Of all possible worlds. Monday, February 23, 2015. Beware the deadly Sitting habit,. Or, if you sit, be like the rabbit,. Who keepeth ever on the jump. By springs concealed beneath his rump. A little ginger ‘neath the tail. Will oft for lack of brains avail;. Eschew the dull and slothful seat,. And move about with willing feet. Man was not made to sit a-trance. And press, and press, and press his pants;. But rather, with an open mind,. To circulate among his kind. And so my child, avoid the snare.
