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Messengers of Grace: A Hummingbird’s Song

The moment I stepped out the door, the familiar twittering in the tree caught my attention and I smiled. For a couple weeks now, when I emerge from the house to greet the morning, I am met by the song of a lone hummingbird. The miniature fellow, who comes throughout the day to the red

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Saving the Grandmother

The men are coming on Thursday to cut the cypress. So read the text from my landlord on Tuesday, and receiving it, a wave of angst crashed through me. Honestly, it felt traumatic to my soul. If you have followed this journal a while, you know of the Grandmother; a venerable and shapely Monterey cypress

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Fresh Croissants and Plum Blossoms

I pocket the car key, don┬ámy wide-brimmed hat and rain jacket, and then slip out of the house on an early morning mission. It is unusual┬áthat I drive anywhere before noon, even rarer to find me behind the wheel by 8 am, but this final day of a family member’s visit, on a soggy grey

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Coming Home: Wild Geese and A Poem in the Heart

In the cool morning air amid the coastal trees, the high desert of New Mexico seems a world away. I have returned from my personal retreat to dear Taos at the foot of the sacred mountain, and once again find myself at this small writer’s cottage I currently call home. Here at the edge of

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Escaping the Sidewalk: How to find breath and inspiration

There is a saying among gypsies, “Stay where there are songs.” For most of my so-called adult life I’ve been something of a nomad, moving house every year or so; if not to an entirely different location then at least changing my actual domicile and address in the current area. Like the woven nests I

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