Season’s Call

I exit an evening exercise class to daylight. Contrasted with the darkness of prior weeks, the streaks of pink in the sky invite me to hope. I feel a brightening in my spirit. The light always returns!  This season, my soul mirrors the winter weather pattern of the valley where I live. One day all…

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Freedom

Folsom Prison Blues “Well if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line…” Johnny Cash   Our daughter is back. After eighteen years of being away, of staying away, of hiding the truth of her messy life. We are…

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The Wink

Today, I ran the vacuum cleaner close to where my nephew Andrew was reading, in my own house, at mid-day. I had every right to clean, but what tumbled reflexively from my core was, “Oh, I am so sorry.”

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