Writing
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Ashuelot
About a week or two ago, I took a walk along the Ashuelot River, along the Jonathan Daniels Trail. This is something I often do – several times a week, weather permitting. Such that I have slowly come to know her twists and turns; her moods and ways. This day there was something odd about Continue reading
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Songs, Poetry and Healing
It’s summertime, and the livin’s easy. The fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high. This Gershwin tune was one of my mother’s favorites to belt out in her theatrical way. Sometimes, after she finished, she would say (with a bit of melodrama) that in her next life, she hoped to be a singer. For Continue reading
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Shadow and Changes
As we look ahead to a new year rising, we can be sure that it will bring change at many levels. By this, I mean nationally. For the United States, writ large. Because, of course, our individual health in never really just individual. It is also impacted by the state of our society and our Continue reading
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Keeping a Journal
Have you ever kept a journal? Do you keep one now? If so, what role does your journal play in your life? Today, I met a friend for lunch at a quaint coffee shop on West River Road in Brattleboro. I was sipping my cappuccino and nibbling away at a delicious almond and lemon curd Continue reading
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Stoking Our Creative Fires
I have been having a lot of fun lately playing with new ways to stoke my creative fires. For we are all creative beings, although for many of us this joy of creating something can get a bit dampened in the day-to-day challenges of modern-day life. Now creativity I am talking about is not Continue reading
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The Tao of Haruki Murakami
To seek knowledge is to gain every dayTo hear the Tao is to lose every dayTo lose and to loseUntil one is empty of doing Wei wu wei means nothing not doneTo control the world is to be empty of doingThose who are busy doingCannot control the world. This quote is the 42nd of the Continue reading
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Dreaming Dreams Awake
Dreaming Dreams AwakePublished in “Monadnock Shopper” My father used to entertain me with his two favorite stories. The first was about a man who dreamed every night that he was a butterfly. The vision was so real that when he woke up, he was not sure if he was a man dreaming he was a Continue reading
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The Cave and the Candle
It feels good to be writing a healing column again for the Shopper after a four month hiatus at my request. Something in me urged me to “take some time off” from writing this column and I am very grateful that the wonderful folks at the Shopper allowed me a few months break to recharge. Continue reading
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Half past three of my life
Crystal Lake girl Sunshine boy Unruly child Hair in my eyes I try To get by In an upside world Where too much order reigns riot and out of sorts. Crystal Lake girl Sunshine boy That’s what I once was Before too many crimes I didn’t commit Passed before my eyes In ecstasies of feathered Continue reading
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The Seventh Path
THE SEVENTH PATH I walk in ways of wisdom, My step is quiet and shy; I walk in the ways of wisdom, I say not a word to you or I. I walk along paths of elms and pine, I walk along trails that wind To a never-ending side I can’t surmise. I walk in Continue reading
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