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    Tuesdays are for Poetry.

    When Honoré shared a poem by Ted Kooser a few weeks back, I put a few of his collections on hold at the library. One of them finally came in and I picked it up this morning. Flipping through the pages, this poem caught my eye … and then grabbed hold of the rest of me. The holiday season seems to be one where we think a lot about the past. in both good and not-so-good ways. When I first read the poem, an image of me, my brother and my sister, lined up on the hearth of our home in Casper, Wyoming (the first house we lived in that…

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    My Heart in the Sky.

    This poem, by Philip Britts (described as a British Wendell Berry), landed in my inbox yesterday morning (thanks to Plough Publishing. I do love their daily emails). It’s a beautifully worded reminder to really live this life. not just the lovely and fun parts, but also the messy, ugly and painful parts. grounded. with my heart in the sky. I hope you enjoy it, too. Happy Tuesday! Let there be not only the roses, Not only the buds of the day, But the noon and the hour that discloses The full flower torn away: Not only the bliss and the sweet When the sun is soft and low, But the…

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    Three on Thursday | Haiku.

    Joining in with Carole and friends today to share a three-line poem. creamy blooms spread wide atop glossy green, spreading the scent of summer Thanks to our 90+ degree stretch last weekend, the magnolias are starting to open. This tree is in the common area where Holly takes her evening walks. It smells wonderful! Hope your week is going well … here’s to almost-Friday!

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    A Tuesday Haiku.

    speeding through errands when I pause for a moment compelled to look up. I see sun filtered through a canopy of red. nature’s beauty in sharp contrast with the asphalt beneath my feet. in my head. I don’t think there is any haiku tradition with this 3 verse style – but the 5-7-5 x 2 + 7-7 rhythm seems like the right fit … so I’m calling it good. and done! Happy Tuesday! and p.s. to my gardener friends – these leaves look like oak leaves – are they supposed to be red this time of year?

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    Inexhaustible Supply.

    Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day (thank you, Kym, for the reminder!) Here’s the one I’m carrying with me today. Inexhaustible Supply There is no distance, after all, between the heart and the object of its longing, no gap between theory and experience. It’s all here in easy reach. This isn’t a secret teaching, locked away from the uninitiated. Ask, and All That Is responds. Knock, and in some corner, a door opens. Pray and the day is different. Like fruit at harvest time, love is mine for the gathering and giving, always an inexhaustible supply. The only proof of this is in living as if the source of…

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    A Tuesday Haiku.

    another day home quiet, but not alone with Holly by my side Thank you for all your get better wishes (more than once!)  I have high hopes to leave the house tomorrow for a dinner out with Katie and Sara and I’m even hoping I can wear makeup! It doesn’t hurt to dream big 😉.

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    Tuesdays are for Poetry.

    yep, still… I’d planned a different topic for today, but then on Sunday morning, I heard a few lines from this poem and just had to share it with y’all. For context, here’s a photo from Katie’s wedding that Sara shared on Instagram with the caption “Who says they don’t dance…” Obvious evidence to the contrary 😉, we don’t dance; I’ve often wished we did. Every Day We Are Dancers  It begins with the lewd macarena each of us performs in the shower, then the modified twist we are hip to with that ever-absorbent partner, the towel, and on to the funky chicken of stepping into underwear, the shimmy of…

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    Tuesdays are for Poetry.

    Today Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance. Stillness. One of the doors into the temple. – Mary Oliver (from A Thousand Mornings)