Tag: life
member name: Linda Douglas
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July 09, 2006 10:30 AM EDT --
I have pretty much been able to follow the circle of life to justify the existence of any living creature (including a few politicians). There is one, however, I have not found a reason for its life . . .
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September 01, 2006 03:21 AM EDT --
It is three o'clock in the morning and I feel like the only person in the world. There isn't even anyone on Gather right now that I can tell.
The birds are quiet, but my feline friends . . .
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October 27, 2006 11:07 PM EDT --
In The Best Way to Ease Your Troubled Life, (/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976825514) , Bill Allin brings out the point that by helping others we can forget our own troubles. . . .
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July 15, 2006 09:30 PM EDT --
It was a soft summer evening. The sun was making its way to the western horizon leaving a subtle pink sky. I had finished a long week and looked forward to relaxation and an evening of music. . . .
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September 29, 2006 06:59 AM EDT --
It is a rainy fall morning here in the beautiful state of New Hampshire and the weather is fitting my mood. It has been the end of a long work week and I am looking forward to the weekend. . . .
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January 06, 2007 10:36 PM EST --
What happened to the youthful days
when bedtime meant falling onto the sheets
in the wee hours of the morning,
mascara streaks across the pillowcase,
too tired to wash face
after dancing and . . .
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September 06, 2006 04:14 PM EDT --
Slow Down
My baby boy will be twenty nine in eleven more days.
I am not old enough to have a son that old.
His baby boy started pre-school today, following
behind his older sisters, the baby . . .
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June 03, 2006 01:13 PM EDT --
Splash and drip.
The rain falling again
on soaked grass,
filling creeks and rivers
lakes rising, roads wet.
Morning errands done
with raincoat and 'brella.
House chores done . . .
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June 16, 2006 09:09 AM EDT --
I am at work and I just got back from my morning walk. I found a great route that is basically a right hand turn out of the building and down Washington Street for a little less than a mile . . .
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May 29, 2006 12:58 PM EDT --
I have known for many years that I have an addictive personality. It has been a struggle at times to bring myself back to life after falling deep into addictive thinking and behavior. . . .
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June 04, 2006 10:24 AM EDT --
I was heartbroken. My good friend of almost 15 years announced to me that she had asked her Navy husband to find a duty station in Europe so that she could be closer to her home. Susan had . . .
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June 04, 2006 07:29 PM EDT --
My divorce had only been final for about a month when I received a phone call from my ex-husband. I knew this was not going to be pleasant. We rarely agreed on anything and he still wanted . . .
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June 07, 2006 07:55 PM EDT --
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Seven days of rainfall
Gray skies, wind, mud, lack of sun
Turns my brain to mush.
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Green leaves cry raindrops,
Birds huddle, hiding in trees.
Cat wistfully watching.
III . . .
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June 19, 2006 10:28 PM EDT --
The rain came through tonight and
washed away the stickiness of a hot June day.
Along with the breeze came a memory of you
carried along on the scent of honeysuckle
outside my bedroom window. . . .
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June 25, 2006 02:47 PM EDT --
Yesterday afternoon I called my son. I didn't get an answer and I didn't leave a message. I knew that I wasn't going to be home for him to call me back. He has caller ID, . . .
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July 08, 2006 08:05 AM EDT --
Curves
We may think life is a line but
Life is a juxtaposition of curves.
Straight lines limit our thinking.
We can't see other paths when
We only look straight ahead.
Curves are sensual. . . .
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September 10, 2006 01:25 PM EDT --
If you have never been hiking with a four year old you are missing out on one of the great joys of life.
Let me take you with me back to yesterday afternoon. I arrived at my son's . . .
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October 22, 2006 03:26 PM EDT --
Getting Lost
I have been many places and taken many turns
on highways leading to open spaces or dirt roads
under canopies of trees that would lead others to
fear they are lost and hopelessly turned . . .
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July 16, 2006 10:45 AM EDT --
Forest Drums
The dark brown soil beneath my feet
smells of the leaves of a hundred years.
I move slowing over rocks and through
the trees that tower above me as the
heavy dampness . . .
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May 24, 2006 10:12 PM EDT --
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It was 3:15 a.m. according to the glow of the digital clock next to my bed. I had been up and to the bathroom twice since I had turned out my light five hours . . .
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