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The Computer Chiding Me

Sometimes I have an idea to post here. Then I think about the SEO Optimization check and the Readability check and the “Have you added an excerpt? check.” I hear the computer chiding me and my pitiful post. And my desire deflates. Why not just go ahead and post and ignore all that? Because the post will have red-faced unhappy emojis...

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Nearing Vicksburg

I drove the narrow, wooded road until nearing Vicksburg where the green overhang opened up to cotton and soybean fields. The road into town, Clay Street, drops you right off at the Vicksburg National Park. The Civil War siege of Vicksburg, and the city’s July 4th, 1863, surrender gave Union forces control over the Mississippi River. The Park...

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A Pool Redux

I a pool redux, I got back in the pool today. I hurt my back in March (March!) which totally disrupted my swimming. You would think swimming would be good for one’s back (I did), but one time after I swam, I couldn’t walk and that scared me off. I’m a little pissed at the doctor who didn’t give me a steroid pack like I got...

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My New Pair of Wings

My favorite wings are the silver and brown leather wings I bought for myself several years ago. Christmas had arrived, and all the years of my childhood, Christmas meant new wings. Bright-colored jeans and a long sleeve snap shirt and cap guns in their holsters, too. Maybe I was nostalgic or maybe I was feeling sorry for myself, but I wanted a new...

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The Gaze of Compassion

“Imagine the moment when the presence of Great Love gazes with compassion on the parts of me with which I struggle.” This prompt was brought to us by a member of our Contemplative Writing Group gathering. At the time, all-consuming Great Stress filled my life; I struggled to remember Great Love. So writing contemplatively on the gaze...

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Love Lives On

This week, our family lost a loved one. The funeral was heart-wrenching. An incredible light, gone far too soon. But joy too. Gratitude for having her, the delight she was on this earth. One thing I know from the service: love lives on. For the nine hour drive to-and-from the funeral, rain pounded. Windshield wipers flailing, me squinting to...

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