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Dying to Live
My left leg feels frail, aches a little bit, doesn’t move quite right but I CAN put weight on it without excruciating pain. Three days ago, I couldn’t. What happened? I don’t know. After more than five hours at the … Continue reading →
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Grief’s Gift
The tragedy that hit my old home town moves me in subtly deep and surprising ways – Trying to put it into words for you, I describe me as experiencing an openness, a gratitude for being embodied, an acceptance of … Continue reading →
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Tagged avalanche, dying, grief, painting, praying, releasing, truth, unexpected, vagaries
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Suburban Avalanche
When they’re snug inside their home by the hearth, reading or writing maybe, cooking dinner, perhaps creating art, they don’t expect to die by avalanche. They’ve lived at the base of a mountain for thirty years, weathered all kinds of … Continue reading →
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The Trickery Redux
I open the door and follow the path to the right. I’m greeted by a corpse like figure whose face is green black with ash. Though I know who it is, when he tells me he is the ghost of … Continue reading →
The Trickery
I do apologize for leaving you hanging yesterday but I want to spare you from too much reading in one sitting. So there we are, the seven of us, finally ready to send our emissary to the third year group. … Continue reading →
Royal Trickery
5:30 AM and I wake to titles for posts swirling around my brain. Royal Trickery grabs me by the eyeballs and won’t let my lids close back over them. I wonder about that word, “royal.” It suggests power … Continue reading →
Of Salmon and Spider
“…Why bother worrying? It shortens living. I really do wonder why we all make such a big thing out of so many little things when all we’re doing is preparing to die anyway.” I wrote those sentences in 1986. Seventeen … Continue reading →
