“Sometimes a thing and the opposite of a thing are true at the same time.” ― Wynton Marsalis . . . . . . Lindsay’s a six, and I’m a seven. What’s that mean? It’s Enneagram speak for our respective types. She best associates with #6 — the committed, […]
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“To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul.” ― Simone Weil . . . . . . When we moved to Colorado in the spring of 2019, we uprooted our lives in pursuit of a dream to live amongst the mountains. […]
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“In an unmoored life like mine, sleep and hunger and work arrange themselves to suit themselves, without consulting me.” ― Kurt Vonnegut . . . . . . I know someone who forgot how much she loved to paint because she stopped doing it years ago after her husband belittled her […]
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“We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.” ― Robert Frost . . . . . . These words are mobile. Always moving into the future and pulled strongly from the past. Never set. Never finished. Never perfect. I am the […]
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“Marriage as a long conversation. When marrying you should ask yourself this question: do you believe you are going to enjoy talking with this woman into your old age? Everything else in a marriage is transitory, but most of the time that you’re together will be devoted to conversation.” ― […]
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“If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ― Shel Silverstein As […]
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“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.” ― Helen Keller Summer Solstice — the moment the Northern Hemisphere tilts closest to the sun — arrived this past week, marking the official start of summer. Each year, I’ve eagerly awaited the return of the longest […]
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“I felt a pang — a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before. It was homesickness.” ― Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag When I was nine, I went away for the first time to overnight camp. It may or may not have […]
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“The rocks are beyond slow, beyond strong, and yet, yielding to a soft, green breath as powerful as a glacier, the mosses wearing away their surfaces grain by grain, bringing them slowly back to sand. There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks, poetry to be sure. […]
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“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.” ― Hermann Hesse, “Siddhartha” My life, much like the landscape around me, seems very parched at the moment. Dry. Dusty. Desolate. […]
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