Tag Archives: Stories

Be My Own Teacher

I forgot our interview. Again. I did not remember until after the time had passed. Panic, condemnation, sadness. A big part of my first reaction was, what will she think of me? As part of my mindfulness practice, I have … Continue reading

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Morning Poetry 19 September 2011

Unexpectedly alone Fear rushed in Stories paraded past In LARGE PRINT

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Webbings

Quiet place Deep grace Spaciousness Within Without. I see you my friend, with difficulties as deep as a crevasse in mountain’s winter snow. And you my friend, fast as lightning your mind moves. And you my friend, soul mate with … Continue reading

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