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Choose the Friend

Keep being me and choosing You even though it feels like the harder thing to do.   In the end this choice of the Friend delivers the highest on the outer and within.

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The Limping Lizard

The lizard limps down the middle of the dirt road. I stop the car, climb out, herd him to the side. He only perseveres back to the center, with a three-legged limp, right front leg held high.   Heart screams, no, poor baby!   He should be lifted on all fours streaking like light across […]

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Nestle in with the Moonflowers

I used to think love blossomed in an edgy brilliance like those thistle flowers too prickly to touch and then surely eaten by night rabbits.   But then the Beloved took my hand and flew me into a hurricane the cool blooming chaos of my dreams.   All my worst fears swirled there in the […]

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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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The True Lover

You walk along the road, sun warm on your cheeks love sparkling in your eyes, as you know where you’re going.   From a side street that handsome one with chocolate brown eyes and lips made for kissing gestures you over, envelops you in a hug.   This is the love you’ve been waiting for! […]

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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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Dance to the Song Within

A tap on my shoulder signals me to step into the center of a circle of partygoers. This is a dance-off on an autumn Sunday night. A thin, bearded man has also been tagged and now stands in front of me. I start moving in an odd way, what feels like Elaine’s notorious dance on Seinfeld. I’ve never been […]

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My Memory Is for My Beloved

  My memory is for my Beloved. Mind wants to use it to… ride the merry-go-round of the past, dwell on playground kisses and slaps, count my Monopoly money.   Actually… If memory were a book each page would only contain His image.   If memory were a movie every frame would be filled with […]

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All In for Love

Dear Readers, The time has come. My new book is available on Amazon. I invite you to click here in order to read the first chapter, or simply get a copy of the book. Here’s what it’s about: High on a New Mexico mesa top in a tiny mud hut, Lesley King, while on assignment […]

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The Wrinkle Road

My wrinkles are the roads I have wandered in this life, the paths up mountains and through valleys. This body, one mere day hike in the great landscape of eternity. Photo: Depositphotos.com

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