Five of us crowded together on the bow of our beloved family sail boat.
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Listening
A curious rhythmic beat worked its way into my half sleep. It was barely dawn and as I listened, even before I opened my eyes, I heard first the chorus of birdsong that is the ritual of the Northwest Spring. I had taught myself how to tune into each voice of this holy choir, raising…
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Markers of the Soul
This morning I creak and stretch as I pull myself out of a deep sleep and into another day. Before me today is the simple task of getting to the lab to give up some of my blood. Blood. That incredible river of life within that’s full of information, that will detail the state of…
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Walking in the Forest
The silence is profound as I walk quietly among the giant trees in the deep forest. Footsteps muffled in the thick moss.
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Her Hands
Her hands, tan from the sun, were wrinkled and rough, nails cut short and not a hint of polish.
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A Morning Reflection
“Meet me in morning stillness, while the earth is fresh with the dew of My Presence.” by Sarah Young
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The Bird
In the quiet dark of night I opened my eyes. Moonlight lent soft glowing patterns on the bed from the window frames.
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