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Balance
There are all types of balance. I just came from yoga class, so I am thinking of the literal practice of balance. Tree pose. I’m getting better. I can actually mimic a good tree. Until my yoga teacher cocks his head, in that way he has, and asks me to try to take the snake…
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No Real Point.
Let see. Do I go on about Vermont? Mention the piles of silt that have created beach-front properties in a land-locked state or the challenges of putting up a bannister, or do I wax poetic about holes in the roads; how you really can’t get there from here? How about being able to catch up…
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Weathering the Storm
Irene came and went. For some, she was a non-event; a lot of rain and some wind. Here, I tucked away the grill, the lawn furniture, filled the hot tub, brought in the electric fencers and the water troughs. The horses were locked up in the barn. I was ready. And Irene came, unleashed her…
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Four Years Seems Like Yesterday
Grief is a process that never ends. Four years ago today, I was awakened at 5:30AM, by a policeman’s knock on my door. Everyone who knows me or my sister, knows the story. Time has passed, it gets easier in some ways. Though it never passes completely. Eulogy It’s amazing that one family could produce…
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I Married a Barn Princess*
No. I have not changed teams. Yes. I am still married to Mr. W. But…he does become a bit…pampered? Demanding? Perfectionist? When he is in the barn. And he is in the barn a lot more these days due to the arrival of his horse-a two-year old Morgan filly. Add to the adventure is a…
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Of Things Not Done
Well, today could have been considered a failure. In the time management, productive world, then yes, I didn’t achieve a whole lot. But after weeks of insane scheduling and rushing from one get-together to another, it was nice to stop and smell the coming Autumn. In addition, we have added two more horses to the…
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Narcissism and Memoir
I just finished reading a memoir. Of sorts. It was a self-published book. And it had to do with Vermont. Sort of. As I ponder the things I want to write, my life is, I admit something I like to write about. Hence this blog. It leads me to ask myself, “Is this writing thing…
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Projects, Projects, Projects
So much to do! Not only am I rising early to ride before the heat index climbs over the century mark (not an easy task), but the extra daylight has inspired a huge increase in my artistic motivation. Most afternoons find me heading to my office, laptop, kitten and dog in tow. I grab a…
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Off and Running
These days it seems that my cup runneth over with everything but sleep. The house is cluttered. Wedding gifts that have not found their place perch upon the stacks of paper piled during the pre-wedding chaos- they must have bred during the honeymoon, becuase there couldn’t possibly have been that much… Clothes litter my closet…
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The Dust is Settling
The wedding is over. It passed in a blur that require pictures to remember correctly. We were blessed with perfect weather, great food, a future broadway star singing my processional, and an awesome band, who put up with my inability to choose music with calm assurance. Not to mention the week of celebratory events that…