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I Was Here
It was the year 1890, the month was March and the day was the 8th. In a small English town named, Sible Hedingham, a baby girl was born. I imagine the air still had its wintry grip, but easing as Spring whispers her warm promises of green. Wrapped snug in a small blanket and held […]
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Where do you find your strength?
Traditions are our roots and a profile of who we are as individuals and who we are as a family. They are our roots, which give us stability and a sense of belonging – they ground us. Lidia Bastianich I can remember a time, when I was around seven, I couldn’t figure out where my […]
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Take a walk with me
Let us have a chat. Why not? The air is nice, the sun is out, there is a babbling brook near by. And the wind will be warm, as it softly touches our cheek and races on. It can be anywhere. Perhaps you prefer a mountain trail, or the cool damp of sand between your […]
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Doodles
Found a box of my doodles. I could not help but to smile as I leafed through them. Some dating back to High School, others are 20 to 30 years old. Edges torn, coffee spilled on, but I still kept them. Each one with a short story attached. A memory. A space in time where […]
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Have-a-Cuppa
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.” ― Richard Brautigan _________ “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ […]
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Boxes
I am in the absolute under in moving. Under boxes. Under thoughts. Under feelings. Under someone else’s treasure from which I call unwanted and unneeded, rusted, or depleted. Under but over the down and the ousted. Over the hurdles, over the bindings that kept me rooted. Over the under’s. Over but not over YOU. Under […]
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Projects
I forgot to post the pictures of my latest project. Of taking an abandoned table and breathing life into it. I wrote a whole post about it but I do not know how to link back to it. Basically, it is what keeps me going. I have not had a project to loose myself in. […]
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Don’t
I don’t have anything to say I don’t know what to do today I have shut the curtains against the sun hearing the call to come out and play smother it with blankets over my head all day all day come out and play come out and play I don’t know what to say blankets […]
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EXIT
They are the evaderthe wall creatoryou think you have themBut they are smokea mistupon your fingertipsA word in the darkA shadowA trapper of heartsVapor thin lovewith exit signs~a.jones
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STRINGS
Almost done with another project. A cute little drop leaf table, sitting free by the side of the road. I really could not pass it up. I can drive by lots of abandoned furniture. Always taking up residence on the side of the road. Like the many homeless people that seem to be gathering in […]
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A Journey Within
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