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This morning has sucked. How the day goes? It’s a choice, right?

I have heard that people in partnership (though I think it is probably sage advice for those not as well) should never go to bed angry. I like that idea. I make every effort to always make that happen. But … Continue reading

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(Absolute) Location [is] (Relative)

Location (n): a place of settlement, activity, or residence; a place or situation occupied. In teaching the notion of location and its importance, geographically speaking or otherwise, there are two distinct interpretations of location: the absolute and the relative. Within these two, the absolute location is finite and equally accessible to anyone with the … Continue reading

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…SuperMoon…

From my front window. 9:00 p.m. 5 May 2012

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Back to the Future – or something.

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I spent the night in a room I had not slept in since 1989, and not regularly inhabited since 1986. When I got up and walked out through the living room to the kitchen, my parents … Continue reading

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The Weather is Changing. Again.

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. You’ve got more than money and sense, my friend, You’ve got heart and you’re goin’ your own way I love the fall. It is something I missed terribly while I lived in the tropics and I am glad to … Continue reading

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Good Morning Solstice…

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Landings and Take Offs

How to land without settling, be settled without being grounded, ground yourself without being in the ground…? The fear of settling – akin to being interred in more ways than the diction alone – has been behind most of my … Continue reading

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