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Getting over the hump.
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A prayer of gratitude.
Some thoughts on gentleness.
Hope returns to us, even after a long journey.
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I hold the memory of so many sunsets
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Glass Houses
Grief creeps into the holiday season
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Dreaming of an angel I long to see once again
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Battling the strange flow of time without you
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Self-Soothing
Comfort no longer comes from community occupying a space of isolation but instead must be found in the silence within rituals soothe us through the empty hours lifting our hearts along the way – Caroline A. Slee
An ancient voice sends out the call
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A musical Monday
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Brought to you live from the desert in August
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Moving ahead with grit and a single machete.
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Cocoon
Cocoon The writing on the wall in my first apartment the Desiderata a gift from my mom so many words beyond my experience coming from the soft shelter of the home she made and today those words fluttering through my mind as I wade through noise and haste building a cocoon out of home and hearth – Caroline A. Slee
Fading Eyes #MondayBlogs
Fading Eyes We speak of the thrill of newness a world seen for the first time those fresh eyes of youth the dramatic desert skies rising above the broad bowl of an ocean long dead we forget the sweetness of fading eyes seeing a beloved view the echoes of every smile a final “I love you” and the last burning summer – Caroline A. Slee
Upheaval #MondayBlogs
The path ahead runs behind chaos and clutter setting our hands to work testing our strength and our grit pushing us to push onward even though the way is not clear we bushwhack we blaze trails continuing in the face of trials we do not concede to opposition or threat but we continue through the upheaval steady against the storm – Caroline A. Slee