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The Budding Self

If I could only see myself the way I see my garden…   In its fledgling flax and parched penstemon I see graceful limbs and bold blossoms opening to the desert sun.   In the microscopic thyme that barely survived the winter, I see a brave heart. Kneeling to it, I say, “I thought you […]

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Step Off the Ferris Wheel

I thumb through the photo album. There I am in at age six wearing a Sunday plaid suit. Defiant, I dart my tongue at the camera.   In high school, a pudgy face and body from boarding school starch, I slouch in the Y of a tree.   In college, tan, golden hair, I fondle […]

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The Taste of Humility

Oh Cilantro, most benign of herbs, why do so many despise you?   Even Rosemary, with her piney sharpness, doesn’t endure such scorn.   And Thyme, with all his pungency, fields little grief.   Meanwhile Sage, exuding bitterness, rarely invokes a complaint.   And of course, everyone loves that Sweet Basil.   While your cousin […]

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Jurassic Scream in the Night

My mate’s head, cheek and teeth sear with lightning pain. His voice grows pale, movements like taffy, a hunted look in his eyes. This man who lifts his loved ones off the ground in enthusiastic hugs now fragile as a dragonfly wing.   Immediately my mind kicks in—must help, must find a cure.   Ask […]

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Claim your Playground

The lizard lifts high on his legs and sprints alongside your bike. His pointed nose and yellow stripes blur, as he churns up the dust. The raven swoops low over your shoulder. Her wings say whoosh, whoosh as she breaks open the sky. The water spider skates on an invisible membrane. His Martian shadow dances […]

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Cure the Past

Out of seemingly nowhere it comes a dust devil racing across the desert swirling up an image from a week, a month— ten, twenty, thirty years ago.   It’s suddenly alive, a fighting bull breathing fire: the thing your mate or child or mother said or did or didn’t say or do that knocked you to […]

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Playing Naked in the Poppy Field

  I say goodbye to a doll who wears a cotton dress and a pine-green coat her hair cut in one spot down to the roots, my 8-year-old attempt at being a hairdresser.   I also wave farewell to a teddy bear who I used hold in the night. He once played music but for […]

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This Moment Determines All

Just now, under the frozen earth the seed awakens. Its heart begins a faint thump, thump, and its tiny hands tucked in tight tremble with a life ready to burst forth in spring.   So do I, kissed by a warming sun feel the pulse of new energy beat within.   What do I do […]

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My Perfect Teaching

The pain in my stomach the wrangling with my neighbor the bills the restless winter nights, these are the water in which I learn to swim.   “Can’t I just stand on shore while You teach me?” the mind pleads.   “No.”   I dive in so the Beloved can show me how easily I […]

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The True Mansion

We think it is so solid, this gingerbread house with its cookie siding, chocolate wafer roof and frosting accents, when really it is only butter, sugar and spice.   The walls we try to lean on crumble away with slight pressure or melt to mush in a glass of milk.   Fortunately the true mansion […]

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