Category Archives: musings

Purging

Mixing in the muck of memory debris she sorts through feelings giving them names frames them in new ways though they still weigh heavy with silence like sunken skipping stones seeking new homes and the chance to play another day … Continue reading

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Clyde’s Grief

He doesn’t cry, or talk it out but sometimes writes, when feelings are too deep to speak and tears too dammed to spill His mother died, he did not cry and his pen could find no words but he worked … Continue reading

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Chime Muse

If it weren’t for this moment of quiet, resting in my “Lady’s Lair” I would miss hearing chimes caught in the breeze outside this upstairs window drifting long airy melodies into mid-day blue sky with no one to care or … Continue reading

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April Fools

They slide across the sky sly and laden with gray like a pack of hungry wolves keeping their prey at bay those clouds making un-kept promises for our dried up clay ©2018 Jean E. Taddonio

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Recovery Psalm

Holy beam of light too bright for mortal eyes to see You pierce the darkness of my granite walls splitting fears into river rocks mere stepping stones Beneath the water of cast off tears, pebbles shine sand becomes rainbow glass … Continue reading

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Beneath the Thorns She stands at the margins feeling foreign not belonging longing for a place among the ones who claim they’re ‘in’ Who will reach for her? see her goodness masked by fear make a place for her to grow that she may one day know a love that has no boundaries. Perhaps the ones who only see her thorns and pull away their blinded arms have not yet learned that love includes the ones along the margins the rose beneath the thorns

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A Thin Place

There is a Celtic saying that heaven and earth are only three feet apart, but in the ‘thin places’ that distance is even smaller. Dark damp humus below the emerald canopy of ancient redwood giants cushions steps with silence Beams … Continue reading

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