Begin Again Because It Matters

Quarter Circle A Ranch, Big Horn, Wyoming Begin, again. Back in March during the first blush of the COVID-19 lockdown, I thought I’d jumpstart my blogging . There was a strange, giddy air online – people baking, creating, singing. Eventually the enthusiasm wore off as reality set in. Life was changing dramatically. Yes, skies cleared…

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Sublimely Brazen Aging

  Five years ago I wrote about being sixty-one.   Five years is a short time. Five years is a long time. Five years is an arbitrary amount of time, like my age.   Sixty-six.   I’ve been alive for over 24,000 days, living them one day at a time. One moment at a time.…

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To know sorrow

No matter how the night may weld It’s chain of grief with longing new, No power is stronger than the passion That also pulls our lives apart. ~ Boris Pasternak   I had premonitions. Fears. Dreams. But it was still a shock, hearing those words, “Yes, he’s dead.” Irrevocable words.   He was 21 years old.…

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