Tag Archives: imagination

Last night the Winter King dreamed of pussy willows.

Last night in the heart of February, the Winter King dreamed of pussy willows. He dreamed of them sitting atop red buds in the lair of his woods. He dreamed them fresh with life and song and laughter. But, because … Continue reading

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Dull, boring & witless comes to sit in my lap

I feel dull, boring and witless this morning. No one wants to read about the Holy Heart. Why did I even do this seventy-five day commitment to get closer to spirit? Nothing to say, nothing to say, nothing to say. … Continue reading

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In-between

Shhh, dear reader.  Let’s whisper. Let’s remember. Let’s lower our voices. Because this is the in-between time. It’s in-between Christmas and New Years. It’s in-between gift-giving and a brand new start. It’s in-between the old and stagnant–and the unknown.

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The mystery of the loud thuds

Yesterday, in between listening to Christmas carols and making a pomegranate kale salad, I heard a loud thud. What in the world could it be? First thought: The mail carrier is delivering presents from Portland, Oregon, or Edgewater, New Jersey! … Continue reading

Posted in December 2017 | Tagged , , , , , , | 26 Comments

Close your eyes and imagine your dead father’s face

Close your eyes.  Now imagine your dead father’s face.  Pull it into your inner sight, the wrinkles on his face, the dear crooked smile, the stubble of beard, the gray-brown hair that fell just so on his precious forehead. Feel … Continue reading

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The lives we didn’t live.

Sometimes I mourn that I’m not living so many other lives. Didn’t you want to be…a sailor on board a ship, sailing the world round, salty and carefree under tropical seas, watching whales dance, whispering to porpoises telling them secrets … Continue reading

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This week my to-do list lassoed me around the neck

Creative Story #1.  This week my to-do list lassoed me around the neck, hog-tied me, and threw me in the closet.  The to-do list looked like a demon, you know, wearing red Christmas long underwear and sarcastically humming, “God rest … Continue reading

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The last time I talked with a dead person

The last dead person I talked with was a year and a half ago. You have all talked with the dead, haven’t you? It’s quite easy.  All you have to do is get yourself out of the way.  You know, … Continue reading

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You can’t hug your imaginary Internet friends…

Years ago, maybe in the beginning of my blogging career, two non-computer non-Internet friends gasped in horror, “Your Internet friends are not real!” (They did not gasp simultaneously, but gasped with the same frowning disbelief in the space of a couple … Continue reading

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Prediction from a forest fairy

I was sitting on the deck earlier this weekend–minding my own business–when a forest fairy flew between the leaves of a nearby maple tree.  (I suppose some folks might call her a Wood Nymph.) It whispered, “Change is in the … Continue reading

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