Louder

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Louder every morning,the birds sing in the trees.They are louder than the chickens,and that puts my mind at ease.And they’re louder than the footstepsthat go across my ceilingand they’re louder than my worries,and that gives me a good feeling.

Holding Pattern

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We’re in a holding pattern,not sure where to land,and we’re not just going to settlefor just any patch of sand.We’re not planning how to crash;we’re not running out of fuel.We are looking how to ground ourselvesto work towards earth’s renewal.

Random

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Thank God the state of my house doesn’t determine the state of my soul,because no matter how hard I try, they both are beyond my control.Interior design wouldn’t make me more alive, righteous or wise.I think I’ll label this shelf … Continued

When We Get Back

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Home again, home again,unpackity-pack.There’s lots of unpackingwhen we get back.And laundry, and emails,and four-hour naps. Home again, home again,unpackity-pack.

Morning Coffee

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I hope you made good tips last night, because I sure missed you. And if you’d come home early, to be sure I would have kissed you. But here you are, my favorite sight, next to me by morning light. … Continued

Jail

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Some people try to go to jail just so they can freeload.I’ve heard of that, and I’m sure it’s rarely true.Rare because, although we all hate to be busy,in jail we’d make escape plans just for something to do.

Get Up and Go

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Our baby’s always on the move.She wants to get up and gobut no place is safe for her.We watch the news and want to move,to leave, to get up and goto someplace other than earth.

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