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On Being a Tree
That little bird is not a bird, but a fully grown woman, who often sat quietly dreaming of whatever she might become. Remembers a time in past when she called herself “a sister to trees, and a maker of stones.” … Continue reading
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Tagged branches, different, firm, past, reflection, roots, stones, tree, Truth
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A Thought
A Thought Sometimes wish that the word Sunday was just what it says: A day filled with sunshine, beautiful blue skies, with fluffy white clouds drifting through them. But, must remember that rain, wind, and even snow have a purpose … Continue reading
A Reflection
A Reflection Snowy egret seemingly stalks her own reflection in shallow waters that barely move around still white stones. And I remember: Evenings when I sat alone on concrete boulders lining the shore of Lake Michigan, enthralled by moonlight dancing … Continue reading
Reflection
For November PAD Challenge: Image #29 http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ She walked down to the river to watch pale winter sunset reflected in cool water. Remembered how reflection was a healing process: a careful bending back to grasp hand of past pull it gently … Continue reading
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Tagged healing, November PAD Challenge, poem a day, reflection, sunset, visual prompts
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Reflection
For Sunday Whirl: Wordle #56 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ Reflection Smiled as she thought how they used to talk of “the goddess in every woman.” Knew with surety, she was just an ordinary old woman of little or no significance, who periodically danced … Continue reading
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Tagged indigenous demons, old woman, poem, reflection, Sunday Whirl, wordle
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