Tag: a writers life
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Full of Thanks
Hearing the rain made me thankful I followed my heart the day before by lighting a fire in the firepit. I’d been wanting to light one all week, but it’s either been too windy, or rainy to light it. There was a pile of sticks inside the pit collected from the yard over the summer…
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The Winter Bloom
This morning, I watched the sunrise out the window of my writing room. I never knew my daughter’s old room had the best view of the sunrise until now and it was a magical sight. There are some plants in here preparing for a winter bloom. I don’t have much use for house plants, but…
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Collecting Moments
My daughter thought it was hilarious that I finally scraped the strip of blue tape from the window. Sadly, it helped both of us realize how dirty all our windows are. It’s funny what we notice, but ignore simultaneously and it’s been so long since I’ve cleaned the outside of a window that I’d forgotten…
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A Clean Window
A single, blue strip of painter’s tape ran along the bottom of the glass pane of the window. I have no idea why it was there and to add to the mystery, it was stuck to the outside of the glass. It had absorbed years of Texas sun and looked to be baked on while…
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Good Enough
While living alone there’s not a lot of opportunity to speak out loud, or to hear yourself talk, so you create small practices. I call friends and family on the phone, or see a neighbor while out for a walk and stop long enough to carry on a conversation. Alone doesn’t mean you lose your…
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Permission to Rest
It’s one of the most difficult practices I’ve taken on and has taken all year to come to terms with it. I was born the very last year of the boomer generation, so I learned how to be ‘driven’ and some would say harnessed an ‘over achiever’ attitude. If you rested, you were being lazy…
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Use Every Room
This post was sitting in drafts but most of it was copied over and published as, ‘Believer’. Here’s a snippet of what’s left. I’m sitting smack in the middle of my daughter’s old room while writing this. Mainly because it’s the coolest room in the house this time of day. In the late afternoon, the…
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House of Thoughts
I’m still in love with the Golden Cup and noticed this morning you have to wait for the beep before pouring your first cup of coffee. There are some coffee makers designed to stop brewing when the carafe is removed, but this one doesn’t want it’s flow disrupted and let’s you know when it’s ready.…
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Climb Every Hill
It’s difficult getting through the draft folder when I wake up each day with something to share. Today, sobriety is at the forefront of my mind because in 3 days, I’ll be 25 years sober and wouldn’t be sitting here typing without it. My daughter came to visit and said, “Somebody has a sober birthday…
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Spark Your Heart
I’ve taken time this week to pay attention to what sparks my heart. I went into town for a haircut and walking back to my truck I pondered, “What would water your heart on the way home?” I drove straight to my happy place, Hill Country Water Gardens. Walking through this time of year is…
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Apps
I’m clearing out the draft folder as a part of my Sacred Bow for this year. I wrote about Sacred Bow in 2020 on another blogsite, but it’s so much more than one post. For me it’s a practice that starts the first of November and runs through the end of the year. I’ll be…
