Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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The Heart of Home
The door swings openand it’s as if the wallsStart humming a familiar tune,as if they’ve been waiting for meto return to the rhythm of home.There’s no rush,no need to fill the space,just a soft hum of lifeas it continues,unfazed by…
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The Harvest and Bounty
Here are two comments I received today and thought to share them with you: “Untangling what exactly? Silk threads from string? Ribbon from rope? Branches from roots? Genes from tumors? SNAP benefits from food insecurity? Shrapnel from bombs? Metaphorical thoughts from reality?…
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Sweet Gathering
One bouquet after another starts with one flower. Home holding close all the reasons I am here with the tightest embrace.
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Heading to Willows
Can you guess how old this photo is? There are two people in it who look drastically different, and I am not one of them. Gabriel is five months old in this photo. Warren my nephew (in his Dad’s arms)…
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Autumn Home
Preparing for Autumn: Gathering the abundant harvest at the end of summer, canning the last of the vegetables and making pomegranate jam, watching the first leaves dance down to the ground, grabbing from the upper shelf a sweater to wear,…
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Leaving for California, Well I thought I Was
Marseille to Willows 11-hour flight This time, I am flying alone. Though Sacha might come and visit too. Cookies guaranteed. It has nearly been a year since my last trip “home.” Gabriel said before I left, “Have a good, good, good……