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wanted to pop on here and let you know I will be returning to blog and blog again in a couple weeks....have a couple projects that are just consuming my time. I can't wait to catch up on your blogs as well! :o) enjoy today!!

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I was just sitting around listening to the rain pounding on the roof and spending a few quiet moments observing the silence...looking for something to write about....when it occurred to me: Love as wonderful as this state of being is, it is not without rough edges as well. That euphoric, giddy, all's right in the world feeling snaps our hearts up, turns our brains to mush, then changes its

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I was going to entitle this blog "Love the Second Time Around," but it occured to me that perhaps for some of us it isn't the second, maybe not even the third or fourth time...lol soooo "Learning to Love Again" seemed appropriate. It's no secret that I'm in a wonderful space right now. The observant surmised my distraction long before I unfolded the secret in a previous blog. Heck, I think

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We've all seen them. The big trucks who seem to feel they own the road. They come flying out of nowhere and even though you're doing 45 in a 35 you are too slow for them. "Move over I'm coming through," they seem to shout as they fly over double lines to pass because Heaven forbid they are 15th at the approaching stoplight and not 14th!And there's never a cop around when you want to see flashing

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5:25 PM 3/27/2009 Euphoric. Yeah, that about sums it all up. Even though the stressors are still present and the sickies came to visit, unbelievablyI'm still in a super great space. After much reflection, I've learned we all hold the ultimate magic within ourselves to be in whatever state of mind we want to consume and/or exhibit. We are not our circumstances. They do not dictate who we

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I was honored today to receive a blog award! Wow! You made my day, Lea! I met Lea here at blogspot. She was going through a trying time, spilling her feelings in her blogs and I related oh so much to her past and present. What a sweet, caring, funloving individual. Please go check out her writings at: Whispering Soul.Okay, this award came with some rules...did I say rules?! Ugh!! lol...."These

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Incredible. Have you ever awakened to see the beautiful wrapper encapsulating the one you love and had it take your breath away? Make your heart skip a beat? Did your insides begin to dance to the music of your soul? It's in these predawn moments when the sun barely begins to reflect off the window that I happen to pause, breathe, and focus on the corners of your mouth upturning into a

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I saw her standing there today. A gentle tear poking through the corner of an eye. Years of holdingback finally dismissed by pure, honest compassion. The upward swing of her lips discarded the possibility of sadness but the tear was birthed anyway. It silently rolled down her cheek and for the first time ever, it was not wiped away. Music played in the background. Not the familiar whining

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I woke up this morning at an obnoxious hour (4:30) to take my sister to work. Anyone who knows me knows I am far from what one would call a morning person. Today was in full 'suck' mode as I had to sit and wait for the defroster to de-ice the windows. Yeah, that's right, with all this daily warm weather, the nights are still cold enough to leave ice crystals across the windshield. Keeping

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Yesterday afternoon I was in the local grocery store waiting for someone to get off work and go do some errands. Having heard the weather forecast predicting a mix of snow, sleet and freezing rain, it was really no surprise to see the store mobbed with people stocking up on staples of milk, bread, and snacks. While I stood by the customer service desk, my ears zoned in on a hateful tone behind me

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Nothing inspired me today. It's March and soon the end of a long cold winter will be upon us. The temperature had risen to a balmy 53. While driving around the neighborhood, I noticed the snow had melted enough to see remnants of last September's fallen leaves and - grass! It was muddy, looked a bit like straw and it was flattened to the earth from the snow's weight, but it was grass just the

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There's too much anger, fear and hate in the world. What if...tomorrow we awakened and the labels society gives us were meaningless...non-existent words no longer living on anyone's breath? What if...when a baby was born, genetics didn't define his/her skin, hair, or eye color... size, shape or stature...predispositions to disease or intelligence were left up to fate? What if...there were

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Today it was a touch. Sometimes when I'm driving around the city (city- well, it is for the sticks...but in a metropolis, at best a large town)it's easy to drop back into a wave of unexpected anxiety. Actually totally off the wall thoughts begin to race...the what ifs, if you will. "What if she's not really turning left and as I pass she turns right- directly into me? What if the bridge ahead

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And so began this day, much like any other ordinary day. It was winter in New England, windows were painted in frosty designs, shaking with each gust of wind against the house. Me, blurry-eyed and shuffling across the cold linoleum tiles, awaiting the caffeine-laden elixir which would, almost miraculously, bring me to full consciousness.Lady, the queen beagle of the house, lay sleeping in front

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Some days the best company is silence. There once was a time when the sound of my own thoughts drove me crazy. Almost literally. To sit and let the inner dialogue flow was a fate worse than decapitation. Hence why I had to stay busy. Every waking moment. The energizer bunny was a slowpoke compared with my activity. I was perpetual motion- that is, until my humanness would take over and I'd crash

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So, there I sat, blurry-eyed sucking up the coffee. Outside the dining room window the wind was howling and little snow devils were twirling across the yard. Days previous had been unseasonably warm and somewhere within my weary bones I'd decided spring was to arrive early this year- regardless of what any groundhog may think. Alas, New England weather decided to take a turn for the worse..

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     Changes. There's been a lot of changes in my life, especially over the last couple of years. From my perceptions of life to the silly smirk plastered on my face most of the time...well, not a smirk really....just a trace of the long dimples portraying the inner joy I hold ...guess there's so much I have to let it out somewhere!      Once I began to settle down and relax...float through my

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                                     Sometimes...    When darkness encapsulates the silence, I can hear you breathing. A steady, slow breath in...breath out...our spirits unite as one and rest comes easily. If the world were to fold unto itself, the event would go unnoticed. Peace, so powerful, has been captured within our quiet.                          Sometimes...   When the sun dances across

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 Hello my friends!  Taking a quick break from my regular blogs...today I am reposting three of my 'tagged' blogs for anyone who may have missed them...AND I'm adding ten new facts for everyone to read. Welcome to my world! 1. I hate socks and would rather be barefoot all the   time!2. I once wanted to be a broadcast journalist-but the world couldn't handle two Oprahs! lol3. My first poem was

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 I'd walked this road many times before. Enough to know each bump and turn, even the gouges left unfilled where large stones had been removed to save on tires as they rolled through this small Georgian town.       Unpaved, there was almost a comfort floating above the road ahead. Dust blanketed my warm cheeks as I passed a long line of Cleveland Pear trees, marveled at a beautiful Autumn Purple

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