Tag: random musings
group name: taichi
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August 02, 2006 11:18 AM EDT --
Isn't it a challenge to be human?
We are just a bit advanced from animals.
We know we are immortal
But must live with
Thoughts;
Fears; and feelings of dying.
Or question
When will . . .
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September 07, 2006 12:37 PM EDT --
Abstract
Millions of children are exposed to traumatic experiences each year. Traumatized children develop a clinical syndrome . . .
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August 02, 2006 12:18 PM EDT --
The days of her life were spent in constant turmoil and battle. The stuggle robbed her of her children, she thought. People who spend their lives appeasing others have little left to give in the . . .
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August 14, 2006 08:38 AM EDT --
Horns and hammers in
the distance,
kids playing
Oh, hear, the songs of late summer!
Take the sound away
and I'd be more inspired
to write,
to listen . . .
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August 12, 2006 07:39 AM EDT --
I am a firm believer in ritual. Not established ritual of religions (which has its place) but in personal rituals used to nurture body, spirit and mind. Rituals provide structure, cleanse and . . .
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August 26, 2006 10:13 AM EDT --
Walking in the cool but
warming evening breeze
I can hear the tiny
wisps of bird feathers,
slightly touching,
twittering in tall pines.
In passing,
I find the sound . . .
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June 03, 2007 06:11 PM EDT --
Are you psychic?
Are you intuitive?
Do you get hunches often?
Have thoughts that seem to come from nowhere?
Ever sense someone who has passed from this life being near?
I have and let . . .
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June 03, 2007 06:15 PM EDT --
As I approach the end of my life, and let's face it, at 69 that is what I am doing, I have chosen not to look back on what I have or have not . . .
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January 25, 2007 07:39 AM EST --
Yesterday morning was typically cold and windy for a January day in New England. The light layer of snow was crunchy and slick. The cars were camoflaged in sand and salt. Most faces . . .
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September 27, 2006 09:25 AM EDT --
On the first day of autumn
She will wonder the long brown lanes
Of all the roads she's known
She will feel clouds fresh as rain.
On the first day of autumn
She will gather all her summer . . .
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October 02, 2006 01:44 PM EDT --
The dark hues of blue
streaks of aqua
quiet laughter upon the sands,
The brine, the squawks of gulls,
Autumn,
An excuse to go to the beach!
Watching . . .
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