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Gutters and Flight

when someone is down and out, they used to say they were in the gutter, a low and disgusting place – like rock bottom – (as if the rock clans of granite and marble, sandstone and turquoise were somehow not … Continue reading

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blue heron

in a small pond the fountain spouts, and six canadian geese hang out on a layover flight. a blue heron watches it all. She is home.

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paths

some of us walk with determination and focus, others sing and dance. but even if you can not hear their music, remember, they might not be able to hear yours.

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Conversations

the crow and the duck were having the loudest of conversations – both seemed intent on the other one understanding the urgent needs being expressed. neither appeared to be listening, however.

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traveling companions

oh small swallow! how lucky you are not to travel alone. how lucky we all are – for we too, are never alone. (even if sometimes we forget)

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May day

may day may day and all is okay two geese flying together – Flying South by South East? who are you to judge! What does it matter the direction? so long as they have each other.

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You

You yeah, YOU! It’s ok to be the loud bird in the tree. Sing your song!

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walking the path

Seagulls are laughing over head, calling to each other: Marco – Polo – and i walk the silk road underneath, my path? an adventure! shall we fly together into the sun?

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Flying home

the sea gulls have been calling to me all day, calling me home to You. (we all make do with what we find – use it up, wear it out, make it do – or do without – is only … Continue reading

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