Category: Poetic Rambling
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The Little Things
Noticing is a form of devotion. A jar of threads, stamps, worn bits of velvet ribbon—is not about grandeur.It’s about the quiet, the overlooked, the things you almost threw away but didn’t.Because something in them whispered “remember.” A chipped charm. A…
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Three Glasses on a Wooden Table
Three glasses sat on the wooden table. Sunlight poured through them— soft, clear, simply lovely. I don’t know why they caught my attention.Or what they were trying to say. But something about them—the stillness,the way the light held inside the…
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Lughnasadh: Harmony with Nature by Amy Kortum
Lughnasadh, celebrated on August 1, is a Gaelic seasonal festival honoring the Celtic god Lugh. It’s the time of the first harvest of fruits and grains, and baking bread from those grains. Lugh is known for his blacksmithing, craftsmanship, warrior…
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Daily Walk
I walk.Each day, usually. For health.For strength.For sanity. To clear the noise.To welcome silence.To hear what’s underneath. I walk to put thoughts in line.Or to let them scatter.To remember. To forget.To forgive. It is my ritual.My rebellion.My prayer in motion.
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New Day
Life is running alongside us begging us to take hold,literally feeding us with all it has,surrounding us with an invisible yet visible bountiful blanket. How easy it is to be blinded by the beautiful abundance,as we wake up to a…