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• Thank you for...

  November 25, 2009

  • Thank you for the yellow light way off in the distance, the only one that shines in the darkness of night.Thank you for the dog whining in his kennel because he knows of the warmth and comfort that exists in this house.Thank you for the cosy fleece lined boots and the way I can wiggle my toes freely without pain.Thank you for my tongue so that I can speak and state myself without ...
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• Write about Nothing

  November 24, 2009

  • I attempt not to write about the soup. I mean who wants to read about the Tuscan Bean Soup that I made today. About its fine qualities, about what it can do to a family in the middle of November when all is bleak and grim and dark and final. To say that it has magical qualities would be an understatement of sorts. No, I decided to write about something else altogether, something about hands and ...
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• The Unrelenting Wind

  November 22, 2009

  • The one good thing about having the flu is that I get to stay in out of the cold wet day and don sweat pants and a massive shapeless old woollen cardigan that hangs below my knees and I get to drink tea and listen to Bach. From my stance at the table I can safely admire the sky that is a dark and sullen grey and I am allowed to glean much delight from the tiny birds who still manage to take ...
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• Do's and Don'ts in New York city

  November 21, 2009

  • 1. Do resist the urge to be smart with the immigration officer at the airport when he asks you for your DOB and place of residence even though all your details are on the computer screen in front of him.2. Do not panic when the cab driver, who is taking you to your hotel happens to drive at breakneck speed with his eyes half closed.3. Never, I stress never, request a king size bed in  puny NY ...
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• Silence

  November 19, 2009

  • I wander through the house distracted by the unaccustomed peace that settles within the walls. I don't know why but it causes a certain unease in me, a vague distraction, a wonderment that this silence is what I always crave and yet, now that it is here, I struggle with what to do with it. I suppose I could reach up to dislodge the cobwebs and shake down the cushions or file away the ...
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