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Home

Sometimes my home is a sanctuary, Sometimes it is a playground. One is not more sacred than the other. (remember that next time you are in a playground, or a sanctuary…. or a home)

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calling from home

i heard a call this morning it came from a tree, a bird sang it – a startling? they are everywhere it seems. calling me home wherever i am – city, suburb, country – forest or park, i hear the … Continue reading

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House Mice

Grandmother Mouse, Is this your house? some would say it’s a tree – but they do not know you like me. For you too are a house mouse, I see.

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dust bunny?

You think you know what’s in the corners and¬†crevices,¬† hiding in the shadows of your heart’s home. Dust bunnies? Soot kittens!

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