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My last group of photos from the Anoka Halloween parade are of the horses and dogs that were in the parade. I will definitely be on the lookout for things to use for Java’s and Latte’s costumes next year. Right now, I can envision Java as a Wookie and Latte as Yoda. (Kind of looks…
Each time we go out, the world is open and free; it offers itself so graciously to our hearts, to create something new and wholesome for it each day. — John O-Donohue, “Eternal Echoes” I hear that having a vast number of interests is not that unusual for a writer. It’s part of the attraction of…
I went to church choir practice on Wednesday. I used to sing and play flute at the church I went to a year and a half ago, before I gave up church because I thought my religious beliefs were another thing separating my husband and I. Wrong again. But now I’m going to a different…
Last Friday, I took a post New Years vacation day and rode Luke in the morning. We had a good indoor arena ride, out of the wind and off the frozen, icy ground.
I am writing this on a Monday, a full moon Monday, where the silliest thing is making me smile. When I tell you what it is, you will shake your head, or maybe not, if you fancy yourself to be a woman who occasionally runs with the wolves. My 99 cent thrill is an application…
Piano My fingers Are they really mine? Disembodied Not as strong Or limber As they were Well-worn sheet music As familiar As my daily route And yet The surroundings Have changed I start and stop Play Waiting for neurons To remember To click For muscle memory To kick ass The fingers reach And stroke keys…
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Now that was one cool video!!! Loved the wonderful poem too!
God bless ya and enjoy your evenin’ sweetie!!!
“Increasing teamwork and sharing”…not for everyone!: )
(I have to admit, I had a rough start with this…but I am picking up steam just reading some of the other poems)
Totally cool. I get the picture from your words.
Oh yes, I remember those days, Maery. But didn’t have earphones and an iPOD back then. 🙂
What a beautiful poem about life in the ‘trenches’ (or – should I say ‘cubicle’??). So clever and creative!