solitude
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Solitude, The Bad Smell, & Trying to Feel Thankful
Solitude, from the odd neighbor [click for larger image] It’s Thanksgiving. I’m alone. It would be a day like any other, except it’s this day; this day to celebrate attachments, family, friends, community. Any other day, I am grateful for solitude; this wide emptiness I need for writing. Not all writers need this; some seem… Continue reading
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An Odd Holiday
It’s an odd holiday for me this year. The people I often spend holidays with are not here, or are no longer in my life, for sometimes painful reasons. I have an extensive collection of holiday decorations, but not the energy just now to indulge in them. A few years ago, I bought a large,… Continue reading
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sleeping alone
in my broad flowered bed white clock ticking on the brass table cat’s bell on the stairs it is autumn approaching in the widening nights the river is shallow slow green fish wave their tails above mossy stones it is dark long before bedtime fires burn in the uncut forests rushing down creek gullies rousting… Continue reading
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Recluse
From Daily Zen: Written at the dwelling of a recluse Even though you have a brushwood door, It hasn’t been shut for a long time; A few clouds, a few trees Have been your only companions. Still I suspect if you stay longer, People will learn of this spot; We’ll see you moving Higher on… Continue reading
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