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• Wrapping up my Blog

  October 19, 2009

  • Where do I begin to begin to end? Why does it seem so difficult? Is it because I have been writing here on Red Room, for one long year now, on a daily basis, sometimes twice a day, whenever the fancy took me to jot down the moments that passed at Windsong, with my boys, the dogs, the garden,the hubby, the coffee pot, the clothes line, the grief, the regret, the longings, the sadness, the joys, ...
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• how it looks from the outside

  October 19, 2009

  • These days I have come to see that everything is temporary, that people are only shadows that exist for a short time until they dissipate like raindrops on a windowpane or sweetpea or whispers meant for only one and that quickly fall into the atmosphere to nothingness. A cascade of dust spores in an empty room - all fleeting. Why it's just the opposite to hearing the cuckoo in June, you count ...
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• Ordinary Things

  October 18, 2009

  • Ordinary ThingsA crow caws over the garden as if to herald  a bad omen. I escape back through the open door, into the cello that bathes the room with tentative hope. I peel the potatoes until swirls of skin become a tangleof distorted notes scrawled on ceramic. I scoop the limp tendrils up into my hands and relinquish them to the bin. Naked potatoes glisten by the window where sunlight falls ...
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• Wrapping up my Life

  October 14, 2009

  • I wish that  I could wrap up my life. Fold it into white tissue paper bound with a teal blue bow. I wish that I could place the wrapping up of my life where the sun is not too hot nor the wind too chill. Where the rain is ever soft and never has a sharp biting tongue. Where I place the wrapping up of my life there will forever be music, that sings like the gentlest wind, with wisdom left in ...
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• On Being Sentient

  October 14, 2009

  • A leaf fell from the tree and I heard it fall to the ground with a rustle or was it a crackle, anyway it  sounded like a sheet of paper being crushed, so it was a blend of rustling and crackling. I had never heard a leaf fall until today. Of course, I've seen them fall many times. I am one of those people who looks out for falling leaves. I get a kick out of it, will even interrupt ...
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