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Dazzling brilliance, reflection of light

Our mother was a gem. Like all gemstones, if you look at her from just one…
March daffodils

Mystery whispers truth into the seed of the soul of the universe. Tucked under layers of…
Thresholds

The first teacher arrived in gray-brown overcoat. She fussed and flew in circles in the small…
Walking blind

It’s our evening routine, Clover and me. Each night, after I return with the big dogs…
Flashback to Finch: A Baseline for Forward Movement

It’s time for a re-blog. This is the right time for the following piece, written several…
The road home

Many roads fill my conscious and unconscious space. Some are grand, others technical and congested. Still…
Pause

Patiently he awaited the end of winter and the coming of the little spiders. Life is…
Never, should, always

Never. My descent into never began in the sterile confines of a neurology office. It was…