Category: Life’s Treasures
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Pinball Soul Tune
S-t-r-e-t-c-h Spring! Woosh Ching! Ching! Chinga-chinga-chinga- Ching! Roll, roll, roll Click! Flip! Fly-woosh! Ding!….roll… ding-bing-ding-bing-ding- Roll, roll, roll Click! Flip! Miss…..ball gone. Last night I had such a delight playing vintage pinball games. My husband and I had a date night at the Pinball Collective. I thought it was going to be all modern machines…
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Oh Sun, You are a Trickster
Sunbeams fill the room Drawing attention outside Calling us to play Oh sun, you are a trickster no warmth, winter’s living on All day long I sat in a conference room with no windows. At the end of the school day, I returned to my room. It was filled with sunshine. I happily looked out…
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10 Things I’ve Been Meaning to Say to Alaska
This post was inspired by another Slice of Lifer, Christine Fillmore. I read her blog, https://justyouravgteach.wordpress.com/, a few days ago and knew that I wanted to use that format and write to Alaska. So I thank her for my inspiration.
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A Question that Stuck
“WHAT DOES THE EARTH ASK OF US?” I had the privilege of attending a presentation tonight by Robin Will Kimmerer, the author of Braiding Sweetgrass. Reading her book this summer opened my eyes to viewing how humans interact with the earth in a different way – reciprocity instead of just taking, taking. taking. She said…
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My World Went Monochrome
Waking up this morning and glancing out the window, my world went monochrome overnight. Last evening, my world had color- green sprouts poking through, early Spring flowers blooming. But this morning only black, white and gray fill my vision. Just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, I stepped from beautiful Technicolor into black and…
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Bravo to the Bouquet
A singular fuchsia tea rose stands center stage As striped tiger Peruvian lilies fawn over her. Proudly erect royal purple Chinese asters secure the perimeter, Taming the joyous shouts of the golden florist’s daises upturned faces. Widespread magenta mum graces the seats of the front row As common green myrtle pushes through the crowd to…
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Book for a Lifetime
Comfort of wordsCrisp new pagesVirgin readingSpeaks to my soul Treasured storyComfort of wordsRereading joyNew highlights found Dog-eared cornersWhite space smudgesComfort of wordsDecades old friend Well-loved bindingMemorized linesLifetime of reads Comfort in words The writing group I am a part of had a writing challenge for the month of February. It was to write a Lost…
Doodads and Doodles 