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a day of rest
Day Seven: Celebrating the Ordinary and Bringing it to Rest. It is Labor Day in America, and I have the day off work. It feels like a Sunday, this first Monday of September, so I have more time to catch up with the world. In her Labor Day message, I see White House Secretary Hilda Solis is reminding us that this…
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little houses … for the birds
The boughs of a Chilean mesquite tree hang low in our backyard, weighed down with wind-chimes and things that twirl and spin in warm desert winds. From the uppermost branches, hang bird houses of weathered wood, treasures crafted from trash scavenged by artisan, David Bruce. In his hands, scrap lumber and sheet metal, random doorknobs, rusty garden fixtures, old silver forks and spoons are…
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the saturday shot … i’m expecting you
One of the first gifts my husband ever gave me was a silver pocket compass. While not at all useful, it is of great sentimental value. Having noted very early in our relationship my stellar capacity for getting lost and notwithstanding the fact that I was then a novice driving on the American (and wrong) side of the road my man…
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saturday shot
Shot early this morning, a sign reminding me of what Nick Cave says about the duty of an artist. The duty of us all, I think . . . . . . to stay open-minded and in a state where he can receive information and inspiration. You always have to be ready for that little artistic Epiphany.