Monthly Archives: January 2012

JUST ANOTHER DAY

A narrow strip — a narrow stripe of orange stretched along the east and that is what I saw as I began my walk the other day.   It grew in length and breadth with every step I took and … Continue reading

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FINDING ENTERTAINMENT

As dawn approached beyond the trees I saw their tops were etched against increasing light. Were I to take a pencil and bring the sky down to where I could sketch it as it met the tree tops   I’d … Continue reading

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THE FOG

The fog — so thick this morning I choose to walk another time.   I fear that golf carts might careen into my space before I have  a chance to dodge.   Those carts are prevalent here. Not all their … Continue reading

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WATCHING WHILE WAITING IN THE PARKING LOT

With hand on ear they walk into the grocery store . With hand on ear they walk into the bank. With hand on  ear they walk into the  beauty shop.   With hand on ear they exit from the grocery … Continue reading

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THE FEAR OF LETTING GO

When I saw the moon hanging on a cloud as it set in the west it looked like it didn’t want to to drop into the horizon.   I think it hung on for fear of letting go. And if … Continue reading

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SLAINED ARROGANCE

He was not prone toward bragging but he made one exception: “I’ve used wood working power tools for nearly fifty years and still have all my fingers!”   Whatever arrogance he had was slain by a table sawa that hungered … Continue reading

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TEMPTED BY FOG

Over Lake Sunset lay a blanket of fog with its edges conforming exactly to the shoreline.   It looked soft and as inviting as the nicest cover of a bed.   I was tempted to check out its  allure and … Continue reading

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THOUGHTS AT 2 A. M.

Where I  grew up we had a black beach and a white one.   When I was in the military we had black barracks and white ones.   In the early 60’s I preached in a black church. In the … Continue reading

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THE WEAVING

Sometimes sadness leaves like a sun set fading in the west. Sometimes it’s more swift to exit — like a light turned off. Or it may fade so slowly we’ll be unaware entirely and may even try to find it … Continue reading

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THE PEBBLE

The pebble may have been there in my sneaker before I started walking on a chilly morning.   But it did not make its presence known until I was well along the road I often take   I thought it … Continue reading

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