Life is Round

Clutter

Carol — Tue, 09 May 2023 19:52:09 +0000

Clutter is a word mostly associated with our environment. We want to lessen the clutter in the closet, on our desks, in the garage. What tends to happen is we get to a point where this “clutter” is now infringing on our space, our lifestyle, or is preventing us from starting anew. Clutter becomes an obstacle in our lives always, it reduces movement, expansion and takes away the ability to see anything but that. What I have been very aware...

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Garbage Day!

Carol — Thu, 17 Nov 2022 17:32:54 +0000

Tuesdays and Fridays, that’s when the garbage gets picked up. Like clockwork! We seldom worry about having to hold onto a bin of old smelly garbage. Wouldn’t it be great if we also had a schedule for relieving ourselves of the garbage we hang onto? If only we didn’t have to think about it; we’d go to bed on Monday night and awaken Tuesday morning feeling refreshed and free of all the grunge that we hauled around all weekend. It’s...

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The Beam

Carol — Thu, 09 Jun 2022 12:39:24 +0000

If only we knew then what we know now! The old cliché we’ve all heard, but is it old in terms of meaning? Have we simply ignored the wealth of information this well known mantra offers; falling down the years onto young ears as we discuss some error of inexperience or hindsight? Maybe not so at all…maybe this is just forcing us to look again at our past experiences and understand the “why” of it all and the messages that...

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The Cows are Mooing

Carol — Thu, 02 Jun 2022 18:46:30 +0000

The cows are hiding under the overpass as pedestrians melt into the pavements above. A wild flush of quivering heat advances on the kinds of living beings that can’t endure, the shifting of climate change. We run faster and faster, yet our feet stick to the asphalt like tar to shingles and the mice shake the dry dust from their thin hairs. Polar bears have no time to consider the rest of us as they plunge into frigid waters turning...

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Purpose

Carol — Fri, 15 Apr 2022 13:38:16 +0000

Life is an orchestra. Many of us aspire to be awake and aware, we want to find our “place” on this earth. The quest is to understand where we stand, what part we play and how to be the best we can be while utilizing the gifts we’ve been given. No one is without a purpose; the frustrations come at times because when we are in search of something more in this life, we might overthink it, not see how...

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Unseen Vigil

Carol — Thu, 07 Apr 2022 13:54:05 +0000

If he could walk, he’d get there, but instead he sat wondering where the sycamore trees would pop up, and where the anvil would hit the iron. The mercury rose like thick lava, boiling his skin under the merciless sun, the rivulets of sweat pooling in the crevice of his bent elbows. Nothing shifted in the distance, just the wavy illusions of mirages against the dry pale grass, still against the dry cracked hills. The bugs stuck to his skin...

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It’s About Time

Carol — Tue, 22 Mar 2022 12:43:29 +0000

Mother, daughter, child of my womb, the center of earth’s desires and the kernel in my heart. Deliver the ripeness of your spirit to the indigent, to the empty ones that suck at your breast, consider the weary and the worn soles that stagger towards you. You are the light of the future, the distance in the past, you are the angel of mercy, yet you retain the power to demolish and to reprimand the wayward. Why is it that...

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Claim your space.

Carol — Fri, 18 Mar 2022 11:27:23 +0000

Have you ever had a cat (or puppy) lying across your legs and it’s so cute, it seems so peaceful, that you hesitate to move, not wanting to disturb the little critter? You wait patiently for it to leave before changing that awkward position or getting that drink of water. Life isn’t a straight steady line that we arrange our living on. It isn’t a predictable and consistent event that allows us to find our niche and sit comfortably in...

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Good Morning

Carol — Thu, 03 Feb 2022 13:08:13 +0000

Sitting here listening to the cooing of a solitary ground dove outside. The sun still below the horizon, mist on the grass and silence wrapped in slumber abides. I drift back, slowly through the mist, slowly floating backwards towards recessive years, years spent finding my way to this day, this time in my life. I’d awaken to the cooing, a welcoming sound of dawn. The cliché Rooster crowing would echo in the distance, but my herald was always the ground...

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Future Memories

Carol — Thu, 27 Jan 2022 15:19:25 +0000

“Look Auntie! Come look!” Oh dear, this child is going to keep distracting me, the clouds are coming in, albeit slowly but I want to get these weeds out of the gravel and plant the new Bougainvillea before it rains. She’s stooping beside the pink rosebush, her tiny toes crunched in the dirt, one hand clutching a dried leaf and the other pointing at some invisible thing by the roses. Standing carefully, as that’s how I do it now, I...

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