Hello, lovely. This is just a little reminder, from me to you. Whatever it is, you can do it. You can. You can. You really can. ♥ Lots of love, D.
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Poetry Friday: I IMAGINE THE GODS | Jack Gilbert
Read moreI IMAGINE THE GODS | Jack Gilbert I imagine the gods saying, We will make it up to you. We will give you three wishes, they say. Let me see the squirrels again, I tell them. Let me eat some of the great hog stuffed…
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Way Back Wednesday: How to Forgive
Read moreBeginning today, every Wednesday I’ll sift through the archives & pull out one of my favourite posts from the past three years. This week, I am featuring a post from September 2009—How to Forgive. Here is an excerpt: Forgiveness is a journey and like all…
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No Alcohol November
Read moreI have a love/hate relationship with alcohol. When I love it, I really love it. When I hate it, I really hate it. Alcoholism runs in my family. Which I’ve found as I’ve gotten older, is much more common than I ever imagined. I definitely…
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Poetry Friday: The World Has Need of You | Ellen Bass
Read moreThe World Has Need of You | Ellen Bass everything here seems to need us… —Rilke I can hardly imagine it as I walk to the lighthouse, feeling the ancient prayer of my arms swinging in counterpoint to my feet. Here I am, suspended between…
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Things i Love Thursday: October 27th, 2011
Read moreIt’s been such a quiet week around here. Apparently, the whole “four plane rides in less than 48 hours and about six hours sleep total in as much time” was a bit too much for poor, old Dena. 😉 That said, it was completely worth…
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Sunday Sweetness: She believed…
Read moreHello, friends! I’ve been traveling this morning. I left New Jersey in the wee hours of the morning & hopped on a plane to Charlotte, North Carolina. From here, I’m headed to my final destination, San Antonio, Texas! I’ve got a speaking engagement tomorrow morning.…
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Poetry Friday: Last night, as I was sleeping | Antonio Machado
Read moreLast night, as I was sleeping | Antonio Machado Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt — marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a…
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Never again…
Read morePal Szinyei Merse, Meadow with Poppies Sun So jung kommen wir nimma zam. It is Austrian and it translates (roughly) to, “We will never meet this young again.” It sticks with me. It inspires me. After each moment passes, we can never get it back.…