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I sat across from the lake and watched the water ripple under the fountain. I had Seger on my mp3 and turned it up. I looked up across the lake; the sunlight was slipping away and just a bit shined down on the highest part of the church steeple that sat on the hill. It was funny how Seger and a church steeple can take me miles away and back in time. Its a hot humid summer southern evening and yet when I close my eyes then open them I can smell a woody autumn Ill... Read More
Yesterday I went into what used to be, a small press that printed and bound my poetry.They joined up with a larger group and I wanted to see what they could do for me correcting some previous omissions...apparantly they cannot do short runs cost effectively- so I may have to pay for 100 minimum of each book.That is going to be a toughie- where do you go to sell that kind of number on your own ? 300 books - whew- and coming up with that kind of money, all I can do i... Read More
Yesterday at church I stopped to chat with one of the regulars. When he gave me a quick hug, I thanked him and told him that I needed it. He responded saying that with my smile I didn’t look like I needed it and that my ‘Irish eyes’ were showing. I don’t always think about the importance of a smile or how it affects me and others around me. I do try to smile especially when I’m out and about. It makes me feel good and many times, the smile is returned. If moods are contagious, I’d ra... Read More
It’s been a good week for me. I’m sober and still staying away from sweets. I’ve started paying more attention to what and how much I’m eating too. So far, so good. I tried a high-protein bread. At first I wasn’t sure about the taste, but now I really like it and it stays with me. My best friend is still in the hospital and still can’t have anything by mouth. OK – that part of my week sucks. I feel so bad for her. I just do what I can to support and help. Last night she was making... Read More
On Saturday I started thinking about how I try very hard to notice when someone needs a hug, a shoulder to cry on or a simple acknowledgement of what they are feeling or going through. Then of course, my thoughts went back to my youth and how utterly alone I was. It isn’t that I think that everyone should notice when others are hurting. That would be insane. However, when I was thinking back to my youth on Saturday morning, I ended up just sobbing. I was reliving the pain not only of the thing... Read More
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