Home is…

Home is memories of meals, holidays, celebrations. Home is feelings of belonging and estrangement. Home is not always where the heart is, nor is it where one lives. There was a brick house with faded white paint on Edgewood Terrace that used to be my home. I can’t remember the color of the window shutters…

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On the Threshold of Time

A portal connects points in time. Was I was inspired by Marie Kondo videos or did planetary aspects motivate me? Mountains of boxes cluttering the guest room closet pushed me over the edge. I reached the point of zero tolerance and pulled out the first box. A box of memories filled with pictures, letters, cards,…

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Autumn in Spring

Where do I begin?   Start at the beginning? I don’t want to.   Start where you are. Except that if I start where I am here today by the time you, the reader, see this, I will be farther into the future.   Start future writing? I’m reading the book I wrote and thinking…

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The Edges of Time

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. ~ Rabindranath Tagore   For a long time now, I’ve wanted to understand time. Yes, I can read a clock or consult the calendar, but that’s not the experience of time that I’m trying to understand. The passing…

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