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Resilience
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Illness and Recovery
The app says the moon is 98.5% full this morning. And that is more than I need to know. “Almost full” is fine. It’s overcast, but the wind blew the clouds away for a few moments while I was walking Leonard. Long enough for me to notice the almost full moon tinging the sky a…
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Warm Bodies in Cold Rooms
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had Covid dreams. Logically, I should be more concerned, considering the increase in local cases of the new mutation. I don’t know. Maybe my subconscious has played out the scenario so many times it has soothed itself. Or simply resigned. It’s been below freezing for a couple of…
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Cultivating My Mind
The tomatoes I replanted when they outgrew the greenhouse are now rotting greenly on the vine. I figure there is a metaphor there. The garden was never cultivated. I never cultivated the garden. The coriander sprouted – then flowered, and quickly went to seed. The beets were too crowded to thrive, and the sweet potatoes…
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A Small Effort at a Tendril of a Root
It became one of those jokes that becomes a joke because you just keep returning to it. Pointlessly, yet with such great effect. This weekend, I realised that, in light of the social climate in the United States, and as a woman who will always be the “trailer park girl” (despite a solid education and…
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Like Eavesdropping on Birds
Like listening to the birds in the park without trying to identify the calls of the individual species. There’s something rather meditative about that, about not putting things in boxes, not categorising, not judging. Just sitting in a teeming civilisation of birds – or humanity – and listening to the music. And then dancing on…
