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Chapter one: New beginnings. They always say when you write, to write what you know, so today I take assessment of what I know. Which is funny because I feel like the older I get the more I realize how little I know . Nevertheless I do know grief, show production, creative arts, non-profit foundation…
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In spring before the rice and cattails come up I love seeing the water from the house. The Sandhill cranes are stopping in along with so many other water fowl. The fish are jumping by the dock as well. Peace all around and calm in my heart. New beginnings for me. Can’t wait to see…
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Years ago I began painting. I know nothing about it and have never shared my pieces. My front porch had them all over and my kids liked them so that was alway enough. Tonight as I was working out my knee on the stationary bike I looked over at one of my first paintings .…
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Morning prayers in front of the green wall. We have enjoyed this porch so much this summer. It has provided a place of comfort, conversation and community. This morning I am thinking about communication and how brave it is to speak up and advocate even when doing so makes you the “bad guy”. Doing the…
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It is apropos that I begin my writing journey on Imbolc which is the celebratory day of the Goddess Bridgit. She is the goddess of the home, hearth, fire, smith, poetry, and my personal muse. Years ago, I dragged my daughters out into the snow of winter to participate in a ceremony to celebrate Bridgit,…
