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Would You Like To Buy A Goat?
I pull up to the nearly empty parking lot. I take a chug of coffee from my plastic Starbucks travel mug. I close my eyes for a moment, take a deep breath, and get out of my car. I walk the path up the slight incline to the doors the custodian just unlocked. It doesn’t matter Continue reading
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Write It Down
I’ve been trying to catch some words, darting about in my head like fireflies. Words are a tricky thing to catch, you see. Reach out too fast and too greedy and they slip right by you, or come out all awkwardly squished and misshapen. Wait a moment too long and they are gone. A pile Continue reading
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Tiny Lights, Tea Cups and Snowflakes
The other night I went to a Chinese Lantern Festival in Dallas. I walked through scenes that looked like something out of Alice and Wonderland or Willy Wonka. Beautiful lit-up sculptures looked ordinary until you got closer and realized they were made of out teacups or thousands of tiny vials filled with colored water. Things Continue reading
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These are the Beginning Times
I am sitting on my balcony, having a staring contest with the moon. I am sure he is winning. I am wearing shorts and a tank-top and I am not the slightest bit cold. I am here in Hurst, TX. I am living my life. I am living in the future, at times. Imagining days Continue reading
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The Beauty of Past Tense
Today yellow leaves drift downward and scatter upon the parking lot outside my window. I read a few sentences of words the God-man said once, words he still says, over and over. “Take heart, for I have overcome the world.” “Have overcome.” Not, “Will overcome.” Never has past tense felt so comforting. Never have words been Continue reading
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That Something More
And I am struck with the idea that people color life, and as long as we make loving others a priority, each day will shine. Every moment will be filled with hope overcoming doubt in our attempt to create new things to fill the voids in the atmosphere. We are always longing for something Continue reading
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The Silence Between Words
I needed this weekend more than I realized. I needed to get away, even if it was just eighty miles from home. I needed to feel the wind coming in off the grey choppy waters of Lake Whitney. I needed to walk along pale smooth rocks with my dog. I needed to feel the quick Continue reading
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(Another) Writer’s Declaration
“One day I will find the right words, And they will be simple.” -Jack Kerouac don’t stop now I can’t. I won’t. I’d sooner die. just typing this is my choice weapon the one fight I won’t walk away from some people run miles or climb mountain some build skyscrapers or billion dollar Continue reading
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Confessions of an Adventure Junkie
Last night in my dreams I wandered around some beautiful, unknown country. I spotted an old building, adorned with history and personality and lush green vines. I snapped a picture. I didn’t know anyone. I wasn’t sure where I was. I was filled with joy. I woke up with that old disappointment. That buried ache. Continue reading
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My Heart Is An Open Window
My hands are ready to create something new My soul is open to all that is true Come in however You wish please do Thousands of miles across the world New colors paint streaks in my head Red, green, and gold overcome cobwebs This goes against all I have been told This story of beauty Continue reading
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