Tag: living
member name: Tonia, who hugs trees G.
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March 31, 2008 08:01 PM EDT --
Today has been one of those days where my state of mind matched the heavy, stormy skies. It is no secret, I think, that we have been struggling financially for quite awhile now. With the addition of the . . .
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March 25, 2008 11:30 PM EDT --
If I walked
through burning sand
and rocky stone
barefoot and alone -
If I walked
through icy tundra
and winter storm
naked as my birth -
If I walked
through my pain
and did . . .
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October 31, 2009 01:40 AM EDT --
It is a simple recipe, hand written on a recipe card that has browned with age. Titled “Oatmeal Cookies” from Grandma Conner, it contains the promise of memories from a childhood lived a lifetime . . .
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October 18, 2007 08:50 PM EDT --
Perhaps some of you will remember that we put up a portable shelter for our mares earlier this summer. Maybe you will even recall how pleased we were to finally have provided shelter for them that would . . .
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March 19, 2008 01:10 PM EDT --
There is a wonderful website that I discovered not long ago. It is called Pandora and is billed as a "music genome project". They provide streaming music that the listener can tailor to their . . .
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July 19, 2008 12:44 PM EDT --
This week I walked past the age at which my mother died.
It feels as if my life just became my own.
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August 13, 2008 12:59 AM EDT --
In 2004, I moved from Boston to Arkansas. I experienced quite a bit of culture shock as I transitioned from big city life to a more rural existance. I thought I had made great strides in acclimation but . . .
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July 24, 2009 11:44 PM EDT --
The phone rang at 6:44am this morning and woke me from a sound sleep.
"Tonia?"
"Yes" I mumbled sleepily.
"Your chickens are here, and they seem lively and healthy. When will you be here to pick . . .
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August 24, 2009 10:05 PM EDT --
It has been one month since those little balls of fluff came into our world. Yesterday, they all moved up in the world - out of their brooder and into the chicken coop. They are almost fully feathered . . .
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October 20, 2007 03:10 PM EDT --
Each of us has milestones in our lives by which we measure how far we've come. Certainly 18 and 21 are big ones, 40 and 50 seem to give people cause to reflect. For me, 39 has loomed large in . . .
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November 02, 2007 02:00 PM EDT --
Restless, pacing, measuring out
concrete boundaries
that strain the seams of mortal peace.
Electric storms rage
within cranial confines,
where . . .
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August 17, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
Our horses have new neighbors. The pasture where Favorito lived up until this spring has been rented out to someone with mules and a horse (he's now moved to a new area up top).
Today I finally . . .
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October 15, 2008 08:58 PM EDT --
She died at 39. Hit by a car at night while walking home from visiting with her mother. It was winter in Australia and she was wearing a black pea coat and dark pants. It was at the crest of a hill and . . .
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March 19, 2009 08:42 AM EDT --
It has been a marvelous time here in Australia. I've had the opportunity to reconnect with much of my family, and spend some very special time with my two favorite uncles. Tomorrow, I will get on . . .
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December 22, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
Today Deb brought home my Christmas present.
His name is Gaucho.
She walked in the house today and asked me to go out and help her bring something in from the car. I knew she had gone to buy . . .
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August 09, 2008 07:57 PM EDT --
...Arkansas style
The kids had a blast down at the pasture today. I took a bunch of photos of them climbing on the fence. This one stood out because of the odd positions of the girls - . . .
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January 09, 2009 11:43 AM EST --
Late afternoon light
streams through the kitchen window
as I busily chop, stir, create
our evening meal,
softly humming along to the songs
that play on the radio.
You are elsewhere . . .
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March 19, 2007 12:38 AM EDT --
(Handsome fella, don't you think?)
Today is my father's . . .
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April 05, 2007 02:49 PM EDT --
The bench sits alone.
The young lovers who met there
have aged,
trading in park time for porch-sitting.
The bench remembers
how they used to come walking,
hand-in-hand out of the woods,
each step light . . .
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December 18, 2007 08:05 PM EST --
This is one of those days when I wish I had some small iota of musical talent. I would find a suitable slow, gut wrenching bluesy piece and just pour all this stagnant emotion out into the world. Unfortunately, . . .
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