Category Archive: Musings

Free

Like a bird on the wire like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. ~Leonard Cohen

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On Seeing

“What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. … In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.”

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Connections

I took the day off from work today to do nothing more than recharge. Recharge my mind, body, and spirt. So, I started off with a healthy breakfast, cued up a Phil Collins… Continue reading

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Forest through the trees…

Some cannot see the forest, for the trees… Ask yourself… “Can I?” Step back, refocus, try to see the big picture from another perspective.

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Eye of the Storm

Eye of the Storm “In the age of technology there is constant access to vast amounts of information. The basket overflows; people get overwhelmed; the eye of the storm is not so much… Continue reading

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Murky Water, Dusty Mirror

“Murky water is turbid; let it settle and it clears. A dusty mirror is dim; clean it and it is bright. What I realize as I observe this is the Tao of clarifying… Continue reading

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Pine Needles

I grew up underneath tall pines. Back then my circle was small, but mighty. As children, we few played together in pinestraw, we braided the strands, wove the pieces into our hair…at Christmas-time… Continue reading

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Cry of the Loon

“Few things in nature can compare to the long, mournful wail of a loon echoing across water and through the forest. It’s an evocative sound that will stick with you for the rest… Continue reading

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Greener Grass

  The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. ~Henry Miller    

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Dreams in Ashes

Dreams in Ashes from Irene’s high school diary… the sequel to “Decisions”. July 14, 1949

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Mom Today’s Diary

What was it like to be a 17 year old Polish immigrant teenage girl in Chicago in 1948? My Mother-in-law, who passed from this life last May on the day after Mother’s Day, to… Continue reading

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The Proof’s in the Pudding!

Thrilled beyond belief to have acquired a published family cookbook filled with old-time recipes from my two great-grandmother’s on my biological Father’s side. Today I made great grandma Bertie’s banana pudding. My first… Continue reading

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On Love

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. ~Rumi

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Here comes the Sun

Little darling The smiles returning to the faces Little darling It seems like years since it’s been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say, It’s all right Sun,… Continue reading

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It Only Takes a Spark

As so often happens for me on social media, be it Facebook or Google+, a posted photo of a magnificent Ginger Fro inspired me this morning…and got me thinking…. My memory traveled back… Continue reading

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Explore, Dream, Be

“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” – T. S. Eliot

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Salt Life

You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.

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Peace

“The Planet does not need more successful people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.” ~D. Orr

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Flying High

I have a bit of a sordid tale to tell.  My mother would faint, for a number of reasons, if she heard this one.  Pray the Google Gods keep this one from her… Continue reading

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On The Importance of Flatulence… or, Pull My Finger

Embarrassing Moments.  We’ve all got them…Here’s one of mine. I was 16. I was a contestant in a local teen pageant for the National trials of “Miss United Teenager”.  My mother was ecstatic.… Continue reading

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