Reflections
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At the beginning of the summer I was sure I was supposed to be here. That the swamp had things to teach me, the Universe keeping me in state rather than heading West. I was sure that though I felt movement aching in my soul, I needed to stay. The swamp had something to teach…
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When I’m dead, give me back to the trees. If they have forgiven my ignorance, hold no ill-will that it took so long for me to learn–learn their names, their fruits and leaves and texture of their skin. Every day they gave. Food to eat, a home to sleep in, air to breathe. When I’m…
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We are so often afraid of the fire. It makes sense. Yes, it does warm us; but it can burn us, too. A necessity for survival but can cause death and destruction. So we had to suppress it. Good ol’ Smokey Bear reminding us all that we can prevent forest fires, for decades–most of us…
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A small jumping spider hopped on my hand the other day. He looked at me with wide eyes, tilting his small head curiously. He crawled along the mountain ridges of my knuckles and across the spiral river beds of my fingertips. I watched him still, then pounce on a fly nearby–nearly his same size–and munch…
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What if we redefine self discipline Instead of its origins in the Old French— of scourging oneself— We take its root “Discipulus” Pupil, student, trainee What if instead of cursing our small failures We seize the opportunity to learn To become a student of ourselves What if you spoke to yourself like a child who…
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If you feel like you are spiraling out of control Oh, Darling, You are living the very pattern of existence you are part of this twirling dance the golden ratio of trials and tribulations every heartbreak and joy, every pain and mirth All the sadness and grief and laughter and love building layer on layer,…
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Once there was a girl who found a seed. She new that within would be something beautiful. So she bought a pot and some soil and gave it a home. She tended to her seed, giving it water and warmth from the sun bleeding through the window. And with time, it grew, safe from the…
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What else are we here for? What else is the point if not to find joy? To find something fascinating? To be curious? To be excited about something? If all I do is spend my life moving to the next thing, won’t I miss what is around me now? Will I see the beauty in…
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Maybe hope is not fading–red paint blistered and flecked almost beyond recognition Maybe hope is dandelion wishes–white heads sprinkled on brown grass ice capped but persistent Maybe hope is not almost gone Maybe it is being renewed
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Galls are little bumps on tree leaves. Abnormal growths, if you will. Insects, bacteria, fungi can create these little lumps that will eventually feed on the leaves of trees. I’ve been thinking a lot about them. In her book, On Looking: Eleven Walks with Expert Eyes, Alexandra Horowitz remarks that galls seem so destructive to…
Scientist Seeking 