the wednesday poem

"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

With love to my Dad/"Grandpa Don" on his 84th Birthday! xoxo Elizabeth & Micah

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This Moment A neighbourhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting ...
Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy St. Valentine's Day to All!

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"This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)" Home is where I want to be Pick me up and turn me round I feel numb - burn with a...
Friday, February 7, 2014

My dad wrote this poem for me, on the day I was born, 50 years ago today! Love to both my amazing parents ~ thank you for so much. And then some. And to all my friends, throughout all the years! Smooches, Elizabeth

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Are you blue eyed? Are you red haired? Are you whole and alive? Are you the nurse’s or mine? And what’s that chalk on arms? No...
Monday, January 27, 2014

End of the year - beginning of the year...this odd and beautiful circular life!

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Fragments for the End of the Year              On average, odd years have been the best for me. I’m at a point where everyone I mee...
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