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Gleanings From Living Long
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Ecola I walked by the sea-creek side. The wind laughed, the gulls cried. Sweet water lapped on the salt sand between the deep sea and the deep land. Ursula K. LeGuin Years ago, Joseph Campbell told us that the poets would save us. I begin to understand. …
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Happy Valentine's Day!
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Whenever I see a line of pelicans coming along the beach, over the waves, their wingtips just grazing the water, I get a little bit jealous of how simple their life appears to be. It seems that the creatures of this world are better at meeting their daily needs than the oh…
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From the book of poems, BLUE HORSES by Mary Oliver …Bless the words with which I try to say what I see, think, or feel. With gratitude for the grace of the earth. The expected and the exception, both. For all the hours I have been given to be in this world. …
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Just before the Hurricane, this little one emerges. She's on her way to the turbulent waves. We on the shore want so badly to help, but we know better and walk beside her, well meaning, helpless, guardians, until a wave envelopes her – back and forth and she is gone on her long…
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A serene scene for anxious times… Mother Nature hasn't given up on us yet. St. Augustine Beach, 9.11.19 ©Laine Quinn What we can do to support the climate strike on Friday, the 20th of September- Don't buy anything on line that has to be delivered to your home,…
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The sea oats are green again, beginning their cycle from spring to fall to winter… Living in Florida, it's easy to forget what season it is, but there are ways of being reminded, and the sea oats jarred me out of late summer to early summer, right where we are! …
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That's not Mom. (Why are they staring at me?) Are you sure? It's not Mom. (Hey, guys, I didn't do it, whatever it is, No, too tall, I guess. …
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Calm mornings at the beach… The sea oats are already turning from green to gold to brown, about to drop their seeds for next spring. A Poem Walking down my stairs, I see a lizard. It turns and looks at me, tilting her head! I wonder, WHAT does she see?…
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An affair of the heart and soul… Where waves crash hearts are mended. St. Augustine Beach, June 2018. © Laine Quinn 2018
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