Tag: faith
member name: M M.
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April 16, 2007 12:44 AM EDT --
An incident: a woman I had regarded as my best friend for ten years invited me for coffee. "So lovely to hear your voice," she'd said in her voicemail mesage, a response to my having called . . .
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June 04, 2007 10:39 AM EDT --
I begin my discussion of this important and controversial work with a caveat. I was brought up within the strictures of fundamentalist Christianity, a force I consider deeply virulent in the world. I have . . .
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April 27, 2007 08:41 AM EDT --
Today, I feel that my entire life is borrowed - from what or whom, I don't know. It's not the right color (sort of tan and gray) and it doesn't fit - tight in some places, baggy in others. . . .
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June 18, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL ?
I’d get that manuscript in the mail.
Spend a day living as a snail, slow
And leaving my trail of slime
Without regard to erasures . . .
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July 12, 2007 04:17 PM EDT --
Sometimes I have
and sometimes not.
It is the not that forms the knot.
We all know this. We are
born to this knowledge
as we tighten our fingers
to our mother's, as we turn
our heads . . .
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April 17, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
We edit the pain. This is how we survive.
But it remains like shrapnel under skin
and rises, and sometimes breaks the surface.
But it does not break us.
Sometimes it disfigures, or makes us perfect . . .
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May 09, 2007 04:57 PM EDT --
I cry. I sob, endlessly and uncontrollably.
Sadness visited me today at work. An inconvenient, unwelcome guest. I went to the ladies' room and sat in a stall and sobbed. "Are you okay?" . . .
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April 13, 2007 04:59 PM EDT --
Four, thirteen, seven.
Haiku: just numbers, not bad
or good. Just numbers.
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June 19, 2007 09:55 AM EDT --
There was an order to early spring bloom times in our yard as I was growing up: first the lilies of the valley, the tulips, the lilacs, the iris, and then the catalpa tree. We had one in our front yard, . . .
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April 15, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
to do on a glorious Sunday afternoon in April. I went to bed. I slept for hours under a down quilt while children played in tank tops, neighbors walked their dogs, and the garden tugged at me like the . . .
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April 27, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
Woke up sad, barely
able to move, smell
of burnt toast and
the ashes of a bad day
already begun - my son
awake, three-thirty in
the morning. Panic
and pacing all night
and I was afraid the house . . .
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April 30, 2007 11:43 AM EDT --
And the forsythia blooms. I hope it is in the right spot this year, gathering all of the sunlight my shady yard has to offer. I've lost three of them. This time I am careful to follow the planting . . .
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April 25, 2007 12:20 AM EDT --
It is the butterfly bushes I mourn
most deeply
and the monarchs that will not come
because of that: the deaths lead
to absence, the guests invited
but the dinner unprepared.
It is the white . . .
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June 18, 2007 11:21 AM EDT --
Ten Free Minutes: Word Game
My philosophy is as follows:
Beg for ten free minutes, and then seize them.
No, do not beg for what is rightfully yours.
Just reach out your hand, . . .
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June 18, 2007 02:20 PM EDT --
He was a mystery to me, in a great many ways: a silent, stoic man who grew up on a ranch in South Dakota, speaking only Norwegian for the first years of his life. I have a picture of him standing on a . . .
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April 23, 2007 12:59 AM EDT --
Over the past several Sunday evenings, I have been watching Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel. A simply amazing series, much of it revolving around the ebb and flow of nature: spring and fall; night . . .
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May 07, 2007 12:17 PM EDT --
When a child is born, you want only the best for that new life. You look into the fathomless blue eyes and think of days to come. A boy. Bicycles and Little League. Scouts - maybe even Eagle Scout. Girlfriends . . .
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