Monthly Archives: November 2009

GETTING INTO THE PASTURE

If you are outside the pasture and wish to get within and there are strands of barbed wire inhibiting your mission be slow and careful moving your precious body between those parallel snaggers that cows have learned to respectfully ignore. … Continue reading

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THE ONE WHO WATCHES

The tall autumn grasses that yesterday were waving seriously are now completely still — and so am I as I look out at the beginning of  another day. I am waiting for the wind to blow and surely it will. … Continue reading

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THE NAKED TREES

The trees that line the backyard fence have lost their leaves and now stand naked before dawn’s early light. The sun comes up highlighting the features of those trees inaccessible to sight from May until November. Those designs before the … Continue reading

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USA TODAY

I’m often nudged to sadness when reading USA TODAY. It carries me around the world where far and near there’s reason to be tearful. Every day that newsprint jerks around the things I feel and when I set it down … Continue reading

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APPLAUSE FOR PRAYER

I dreamed I offered prayer in a church I served long, long ago. And then there was applause. And then there was applause. When I woke up I knew in sleep I had confirmed what I had long suspected : … Continue reading

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OLD BONES WHISPERING

The ancient skull displayed by archeologists whispered to me across the span of 200,000 years: ”You think YOU are old! Get over it. You know so little about time — you with your clocks and calendars and history books.” I … Continue reading

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AND BEASTS DEVOURED BEASTS

The rising sun pours through our windows to the east birthing a multitude of shadows in the room. The shadow of my hand with pen moves back and forth across the wall just left of my recliner. I am distracted … Continue reading

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WALKING IN NOVEMBER

The flowers now are mostly memories. Dried leaves proliferate upon the ground. My morning walks denied the ecstasy of colorful seductions formerly around. There’s now much beauty of a muted kind. Empty branches offer silhouettes so recently obscured.  And now … Continue reading

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YOU CANNOT HEAR THE BIRDS

I saw her in the early morning walking. I saw her in the early morning talking. She was alone save for her cell phone. No acknowledgment of me as we passed by — not even “Hi” — no overture of … Continue reading

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ADMIRING THE BUBBLE

I  like the way the bubble does it. First, because you see right through it. Nothing hidden beneath its skin. All you do is look right in. And when all bubbles cease to be they just go PUFF — it’s … Continue reading

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