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Prepping A New Year…

This morning has been full of delicious frustration begun waking from dreams also described by that phrase, to see curious flotsam on the water while he brought me coffee… a tide full of logs decorated by juxtaposition of large orange floats which proved their appearance as markers for crab pots…

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Tourmaline Fading…

Nesting at Soundcliff… These recent mornings of incessant rain have been waking me early. I am obviously becoming rested inside the luxury of more sufficiency of “unstructured time” which I hold as my precious preference. I suppose the rain becomes some deeper invitation to more generously grant myself permission to…

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Christmas Eve…

The quiet light over the Sound at midday Christmas Eve feels right for the container Stephen & I are creating for the rare event of spending the holidays at home. There is little need in us for “all the trimmin’s” as might be considered “usual”. We will not have a…

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Solstice Too…

This morning is Halcyon indeed! The water is satin. Tahoma is showing herself, although perhaps not for long. Earlier all was a brilliant gold the color of monks robes from the east of dawn, but I went back under the comforter of my own religion with less appreciation than the…

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Solstice…

22 December 2005Soundcliff The morning after Solstice is a bit like Boxing Day for its slight sense of letdown, except that there is another louder celebration yet to come… This basic planetary event has slipped ahead on the calendar of that later celebration which overshadows it in our culture.

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