Monday Musings – 50 Word Story

Reflecting and reinventing during the pandemic is popular, but I understand resisting joining the crowd.  I’m not in the mood for more change or reflection, although I’ve been wondering if I had been assigned the saxophone instead of the clarinet in band how different life would’ve been playing those gigs.

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A Special Place

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot – Little Gidding 

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Monday Musings

As the days drift by and  I pause for a moment  with the stillness of a dragonfly amidst the blurring landscape of life, I appreciate that in the journey of letting go I’m surrounded by calm waters.

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The Week In Seven Photos

While wandering through my days this week, now permanently called “Someday, Noneday, Whoseday?, Whensday?, Blursday, Whyday?, Doesn’tmatterday” after reading an article in The New Yorker on the Lexicon For A Pandemic, I was reminded of my journey toward a simple lifestyle that began in the ’90s.  It would take another twenty years of making small and…

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The Week In Seven Photos

Harper and I are still on our path of optimism, but after so many years living on the other side of the fence we’re a little hesitant about this new direction and following these footprints.   After a migraine this week, I’m wondering if too much optimism along with actually having snow during winter may…

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Monday Musings

How many times have you started a new year planning on staying in your peaceful lane and then the world immediately squares off against you with its attitude? Before you know it, you feel like you’re banging your head against a brick wall and then strangers are cursing at you because you’re trying to float…

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The Week In Seven Photos

Harper and I were in a reflective mood one morning this week as we looked back at a year that flew by too fast and she promised that we would move at a slower pace in the new year. We will spend more days slowly meandering by the river and not getting lost in the…

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Ageless Or Aging Musings #6

I’ve always loved the ending to Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I– I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.  Somehow in my fifties I find myself pausing longer at the two roads and a bench under a beautiful tree…

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