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Into the isolation room she would hustle when the morphine drip beeped its “downstream occlusion” alarm, proclaiming, “it’s the song of my people!” And would joke along with us about how Nancy was just trying to get us to change the subject. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ the helpers 
Collecting butterflies while not vacationing is a lot like practicing gratitude. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies 
One swallowtail hunkered down in the lawn, bobbing up and down as the wind went sweeping down the plain. Another I followed into the tall amber waves of grain in the back field, and located it two-thirds of the way down a stem, gripping on for dear life as each stem waved and whipped past its gossamer wings. I tried to take notes on how to ride out the turbulence. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ being ok 
this will be less verbose than some, but it is time to reconnect via rainbow… rainbow: portrait of the artist as a tidepool… rainbow: dahlias and hydrangeas being the rainbow. rainbow: anemone and seaweed being the rainbow, too! rainbow: heck, even a double-trailered coca-cola truck on a highway in idaho is . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ every little thing is gonna be ok 
it’s the autumnal equinox, a sunny, breezy sunday, and i am lazily canning my way past the 200 pound mark in tomatoes for this season. rich walks in as i sit with the laptop in my lap (that’s how lazily i am canning), and asks whether i am reading or writing. in fact, i have . . . → Read More: oklahoma was ok ~ a rambling update |
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