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Gleanings From Living Long
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Often I catch myself sitting with my hands folded, like a good school girl at her desk. As a child I always loved this painting of "Praying Hands" by Albrecht Durer Hands – one hand washing the other – like old friends. Like how we help each other now…
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Little did I know that when I accidentally shot the door to this cottage in May, (while trying to find a bird in the oak tree at dusk that was making an unusual call), that 4 months later, I would be moving in there. That's most of the reason for my absence! Then…
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I didn't do it! "HONEY", the new kid on the block looking guilty for no apparent reason!
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A sunny day with my young friend, and a walk in the park. Sometimes the trees just take my breath away! Yes, there are grander trees in St. Augustine, but with the sun shining through this relatively young Oak, it was a delight. Lighthouse park, with Aden.…
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The blue Hydrangea, on a summer's evening, the year of weddings and funerals. Reprinted from January, 2016, with permission!
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Who doesn't like staring into a warm fire on a cold night? Drawn into the magic of dancing light and heat and the crackling sounds, it is difficult to concentrate on the conversations around you, and the one in your head is more like a dream – a dream that humans have…
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Grateful for the usual suspects… dear friends, family, cats, dogs, blue skies and the moon and stars, but especially for my time spent in nature. Time that pulls me out of my head and back to this beautiful complex world. I am grateful for that. Lights reflecting on the bay by the…
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Boundless Energy! The urge to make art, anytime, anywhere… And making easy friends with driftwood creatures… St. Augustine Beach, nearly a week after the Hurricane, with Aden, October, 2016.
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Tragedy. Shock. Grief. Love. An outpouring of love for the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Straight community. In the wake of the horrific shooting at an Orlando Night Club. Sending love to family and friends and first responders and second and third…
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What I have been trying not to say out loud, is that there are blessings or gifts hidden in tragedies, and these gifts may not be obvious for some time to come, but they are there. If we can make a commitment not to let the anger and helplessness allow us to…
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