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I Spy With My Little Eye...: ...a garden.
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Tuesday, July 9, 2013. Bernadette and Gail make me feel warm all over. They have the garden plots on either side of ours. I haven't been there at all this summer. It's David's garden. Farmer Dave. They introduce themselves in a peaceful and non threatening way. "You must be David's wife. I'm Bernadette.". They say kind things and they don't even know me. How are you feeling? David said you were under the weather". This barrel has more water". Don't strain yourself.". I fill my w...
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I Spy With My Little Eye...: February 2012
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Wednesday, February 29, 2012. Today seems like an appropriate day to be back here. Leap Day. The day we catch up. Make up for the imperfection of our calendar. The day we rectify our calculational. Today was to be significant in another way. Today I was hoping to be given part of my life back. To catch up. To leap. Today I had a date with Glen Sather. I had an appointment at the Glen Sather. Ice, doctors, MRIs. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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I Spy With My Little Eye...: October 2010
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Saturday, October 30, 2010. This moment} - A weekly ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. I was inspired to do this by Soulemama. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. Saturday, October 23, 2010. Friday, October 15, 2010. Wednesday, October 13, 2010. I am immensely grateful that my father was th...
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I Spy With My Little Eye...: ...a symphony of whistling and peanut butter.
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Wednesday, October 8, 2014. A symphony of whistling and peanut butter. It's strange coming home. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A symphony of whistling and peanut butter. I am a mother, partner, daughter, friend, derby girl, warrior and writer. View my complete profile. Travel template. Template images by cmisje.
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I Spy With My Little Eye...: January 2011
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. An off beat rhythm. In this moment, right now, I am feeling a little off beat. My Rx for that? Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). An off beat rhythm. I am a mother, partner, daughter, friend, derby girl, warrior and writer. View my complete profile. Travel template. Template images by cmisje.
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I Spy With My Little Eye...: February 2014
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Wednesday, February 12, 2014. BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am a mother, partner, daughter, friend, derby girl, warrior and writer. View my complete profile. Travel template. Template images by cmisje.
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I Spy With My Little Eye...: July 2013
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Tuesday, July 9, 2013. Bernadette and Gail make me feel warm all over. They have the garden plots on either side of ours. I haven't been there at all this summer. It's David's garden. Farmer Dave. They introduce themselves in a peaceful and non threatening way. "You must be David's wife. I'm Bernadette.". They say kind things and they don't even know me. How are you feeling? David said you were under the weather". This barrel has more water". Don't strain yourself.". I fill my w...
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I Spy With My Little Eye...: August 2014
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I Spy With My Little Eye. Friday, August 22, 2014. Living in the waiting. Behind us in the line is a Korean family. Multigenerational. All of them smiling. No one even remarking on the length of the line up. They are laughing. Talking about their order. And I notice. The eldest man in the group has plucked a thick piece of grass from a vacant doorway and is weaving it. Slowly and deliberately. A half smile upon his lips. A lot of living happens in the waiting. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).