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Protected: Where We Are
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Re Mediation
Loose threads united. An old saw of mine, Joseph Campbell‘s many works, which circumscribe the edge of the rational, known, and the boundary of the mystical, the unknowable (yet present and sensible, in that it can be entered and traversed with some consistency, by those who practice such things). JC’s intent is always here, framing my…
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Not Taking The Seat
About 6:50 PM yesterday I turned around and glared at my daughter, pointedly said, ” Rumi, it’s time for you to sit in your car seat.” (Roxanne and I had been working to get her buckled in for a short ride home from the playground, for roughly fifteen minutes.. I was tired. Roxanne was tired. Rumi…
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Darkness in white
There isn’t a story. There was only the thing itself: An evening, a snow storm, a new home, our first winter in a new house, a new Us. There was the quiet majesty of a thick quilt of white flakes, the oppressive hush of being smothered without knowing when it would set up –…
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Protected: At times, light
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Photographs. Sort of.