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I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener. Wednesday, June 27, 2012. Dreams of the pow wow highway start drifting through in February. While gazing through the window at the vast snow laying deep on the still vaster earth. Or with the first glance of a new morning, still dark, moon in the east. Not quite memories, certainly not plans, the scenes tumble along. Of teepee villages, Grand Entry, smiling faces smudged with frybread honey. Ogeebees, traveling spir...
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Write On: LOW WINTER SUN
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I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener. Thursday, December 13, 2012. It’s been awhile. Like the big wave on the sun-drenched beach that drives the swimmer to the depths, the choice becomes going with the flow, or frantically grasping for the steady state of the surface. I’m going with the flow, tending family, working, and reading great books these past few months. Oh co-ed, striding across the campus. With purpose and integrity:. Oh, the belonging,.
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Write On: NEW LIFE WITH WHITE SOCKS
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I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener. Tuesday, December 18, 2012. NEW LIFE WITH WHITE SOCKS. Raising plants, children, grandchildren and animals has occupied roughly 49 years of my life. I ask myself: why would I be excited to raise a kitten? I haven't ever raised a kitten so I need have that life experience? Is it nurturing hormones suddenly alive in a body that, by all other measures, has stopped making hormones? Her name could have been Mittens, or R...
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Write On: RECIPROCITY
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I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener. Thursday, June 7, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A seeker, a poet, a peacemaker, a teacher, a vehicle, a friend.let us journey together. View my complete profile. OTHER WRITINGS and MY NEW BOOK! CRADLE SONGS: Poetry to Honor Motherhood. Medicine Rock: On Self Publishing. Http:/ www.starjameson.blogspot.com. Http:/ www.medicine-rock.com. MEDICINE ROCK by MORNING STAR.
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Write On: DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER
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I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener. Friday, December 14, 2012. My dearest daughter, now 40, let me know this past year that she is longing to have my mother's wedding rings. This was a surprise to me. I thought they were too old fashioned for her liking, and that she had her eye on a gold one with a ruby and two diamonds. December 14, 2012 at 6:30 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. OTHER WRITINGS and MY NEW BOOK!
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Write On: SACRED DOOR TRAIL
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I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener. Wednesday, July 4, 2012. I live in Montana, the 4th largest state in the nation, with only a million people, most of them arriving to isolate. At one point we had the largest number of x-CIA officers and Viet Nam Vets living in our lovely Western mountains! But I deeply believe this is the time to be making clans, tribes, alliances, and families, complete with all the hassles that entails! View my complete profile.
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Write On: SEEDS OF JOY, 1997
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I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener. Thursday, January 3, 2013. SEEDS OF JOY, 1997. The first few days of 1997 received no notations in my black-leatherbound book. I offer these morsels, these bursts of in-spiraling, these indelible moments for your delight! Jan 6: Grief to gratitude, darkness to pink mountain tops, now all in sun and blue sky. Where do these mindstates go? Like clouds, dissolve. What sound do your thin legs make, rooted in icy waves?