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A Simple Yet Necessary Pivot (opens the original)
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I’m pivoting. A big pivot is happening in my creative life. Expansion seems to capture what I’ve been feeling lately. Life is shaking up. . . and my house is proof of the rearranging that is taking place in my interior world. Every drawer and closet has been cleaned. The pantry is newly organized floor to ceiling, art and frames have been taken down and repositioned somewhere new. My entire house has a fresh look. New creative endeavors are underway too, and I’m in the process of getting them of
Amish Country (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI’ve always thought fondly of slow living. A way of life in step with the seasons— heirloom tomatoes and grapes ripening off the vine, where dirt roads go nowhere pressing but the Appalachia countryside. There, the Amish raise cattle in pastures, grow fresh produce, milk goats and cows, command horse drawn carriages into town. After the satisfaction of working long hours, they savor homemade bread, sit crosslegged on the por
Decompose (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen the bark beads with sap and September grows bone dry. . . when trees collectively unburden their canopies, preferring the gaunt appeal of slender branches creaking in the sky. . . when flora fades to yellowish pale to burnt umber hues. . . I pensively look out the window, notebook and pen loose. And try to summon up the words. But thoughts flicker dimly, metaphor and rhyme flitter away, fluttering without a vowel or utt
Even Now (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe beauty of the earth wakes, still, she rises from a deep slumber. It isn’t late to witness persimmons ripen in the sun's flickering rays. The rose bushes are ablaze, wearing crimson gowns, and goldenrods rise in the fields. Don't presume time is fickle. . . or the future. . . foreboding. Don't hesitate to know this miracle: we live in the fold of sun and stars pouring out praise all day long. Even now the world rumbles in
New City (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedStrings of tiny bulbs, multitudes of starlight brighten the darkest night. Maybe for the first time it’s me, I see, blooming bright. But not as a neon sign— more like the dawn’s glow casting earnest beams over her place in the universe. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Ro_W!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2F
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