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Oh, Death

  Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Monday gratefuls: The Ancient Ones riff on Thanksgiving and thanksgiving. The animal that gave its life for our carne asada. The potatoes and the carrots. Root vegetables. Garlic, too. Walt Whitman. When Lilacs … Continue reading

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Still Alive

Spring and the Corona Lunacy Sunday gratefuls: 25 days of physical distancing. Flattening the curve. Beau Jo’s pizza. Rigel’s smile after I took her with me to Evergreen. Kep wanting to get up at 5. Little Gertie, a sweet girl. … Continue reading

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Downsize?

Winter and the Future Moon Monday gratefuls: Ruth and Jon skiing. Gabe peeling potatoes. Kate getting Murdoch upstairs. The picker at King Sooper. Having Sunday free of workout. Cleaning off my table. Organizing and preserving my paintings. Kate paying the … Continue reading

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Work Without Hope

Samain and the Gratitude Moon So. Whaddya think? December 7, 2019   Work Without Hope   Samuel Taylor Coleridge All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter, slumbering in … Continue reading

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