Monthly Archives: November 2011

poem: quiet river

quiet river, slipping past. a symphony of beauty, playing all the time. trickling, tinkling, gurgling, gushing; meandering down its path. no director, script or score, no curtain ..
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Ruffle the Rosemary

Rosemary is everywhere in my neighborhood. To most people, it's just a pretty drought-tolerant plant. To me it's an invitation to reconnect to the earth, my senses and the present moment. Neurologi ..
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