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Brightspot14oct12

This is how my morning started: with a bright spot Out There, waiting for me.

We watched Felix Baumgartner parachute through space. Transported me right back to those early morning space launches. Daddy woke up me and carried me to the sofa where I watched it all on a black and white tv. Today my son, Kipp, texted me to turn on the tv, and I sat on the sofa and watched it unfold, this time in living color.

Clouds14oct12

Thunderstorms are predicted for tomorrow,
and the clouds are rolling in early in preparation.
It’s quite lovely here, dark clouds or no.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

blissed

Path

yesterday i was absolutely blissed.
broadsided by love.

Path2

by the path i’m on.

Lake3

Lake1

by the beauty of this rock we call Earth.

Lake2

by the dark clouds that waited their turn.

Lake4

by lessons
deep lessons
big lessons
important lessons
that far exceed just
getting up on skis
(they didn’t get up yesterday,
but today, by golly.)

Bythesea

by laughter.
(it’s my religion, you know.)

Bluemoon

by the clouds that finally parted
mere minutes before midnight
to reveal
the most exquisite
blue moon.

bigness.

altitude

Clouds2

my head is in the clouds today.

this is no metaphor.

but it is
an altar
to
moving more slowly
than usual.
of connecting with
like-minded
women
in the ethers,
hatching
big things
and small,
dreaming
with magic wands
not letting
our brains
get in our way
as we
unapologetically
and
notoriously
step
into our
Knowing.

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