Tag Archives: Glory

WHAT MY INNER WRITER DREAMS ABOUT

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Early morning view from my corner

Next to the window, morning light flows over me as I sit in my green velvet wingback chair. Sipping cautiously on steaming cappuccino that’s warming my hands, I listen to early birdsong while breathing in the view of my backyard.

I’m in a little corner of my office.

But really, this particular corner is not my office. Oh, the rest of everything in the room is –the custom cherry file cabinet, the desk and the tall storage unit with bi-fold doors. But not this little corner.

No, here in this corner I’m not in my office. I’m in my haven, the place where I let my imagination have its way with me. Continue reading

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POKING THE BEAR

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She's Lost Her Childlike Heart

She’s Lost Her Childlike Heart

I intentionally poked the bear. I wanted to stir it up, get it roaring fiercely at me, threatening to destroy me. My only comfort this time? That I did it on purpose. Continue reading

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MORNING GLORY

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Morning Glory2

Prompted by the writings of Ann Voskamp, I was on the alert to look for a gift having to do with water. Not so long into the day I was playing around with a sprinkler head, adjusting it, trying to get the water to go where I wanted it to go. After testing the sprinkler, I turned it off.

And then I saw it.  Continue reading

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