Tag: Photography
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Weekend Thought
It’s as simple as this. On a class trip to a one room schoolhouse a little boy named Skylar left a message: God bless you. Even if you are a grumpy person who hates when people mention God, you have to admit that this kid’s heart is in the right place. There was…
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Stop Crying
Do you cry too much? My father used to reward me for staying in and being safe. As a police officer he coolly handled blood, insanity and anger, but he could not handle threats to his children. He could not handle the idea of them making mistakes or being shamed. His heart was in the…
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Flowers in the Window
Bring in those flowers and put them on the windowsill where you wash the dishes. You pass them every day, but you’re so busy and there will be new blooms tomorrow. My mother once said she felt sorry for flowers picked and put in a vase and didn’t need them. She said this because she…
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The Moon
Who are you in the dark when no one is looking? What is the magic moonlight of you that you keep covered in clouds of blue? Those dark places when shared make you more like the rest of us. Sometimes those flaws are the very things that lead you on your mission. Sometimes those flaws…
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Your Life on Canvas
How would you want your life to be depicted on canvas? Would your painting be a sedate and beautiful portrait, with lush carpets and Victorian drapery, small dogs panting on your lap? Would you want to find yourself in the vibrant energy of a Van Gogh? Or how about a military masterpiece with you leading…
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A Stolen Tombstone
Why would a person steal from a cemetery? At my favorite family resting spot in the middle of nowhere someone stole the headstone of a Civil War soldier who died of disease before seeing battle. It was early in the war, so his body was sent home. A couple in Florida found the headstone in…
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O Solitude!
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap Startles the wild…
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“Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ in Water” John Keats
Tall and handsome I didn’t love him for his poetry. I didn’t love him at all in a romantic way though he had a habit of sending love letters to everyone he thought beautiful. He’d sent one to me just after a bike ride along the glittering reservoir. We were friends because we’d known each…
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Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What…
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A Writer’s Calling
You should not expect a return on your love. The idea that you deserve anything in life leads to disappointment. How many times must we suffer disappointment before we make peace with the idea that it’s a sorry part of life? It’s our lot. We expect so much from others and fine things from ourselves…
Author Adrienne Morris 