Category Archives: Celebration

These Pixies

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for being December menaces.

This Unvarying Tannenbaum

This Unvarying Tannenbaum

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for being tried and true, even without the chill in the air.

This Awkward Tree

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…and its grinch vibes. A gangly looking teenager of a tree, I was inclined to top it off with a shiny ornament…it’s officially a lively symbol of that ill-natured and disgruntled humanoid with a heart that is “two sizes too … Continue reading →

This Celebratory Cake

This Celebratory Cake

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…for its imperfections and all its perfections and for the celebrator just as petite in stature and even more staggering in spice…we devoured it swiftly after breathlessly praising it.

Capture This

Capture This

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Capturing this wildflower in mostly her non-peak expressions…these transient moments are often more expressive, more intense and more memorable. A hot and sticky eve, we’re wilting quickly. Venturing off in a bustling metropolis in balmy weather isn’t for the faint … Continue reading →

Slicing Horizons

Slicing Horizons

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We be crossing bridges like…

Dancing Through the Sign of Leo

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You are light and sound dancing within the dimension of time.  We’re soaking up every last bit of summer here, recalibrating and interweaving new light streams with each stretch…how else does one welcome Leo season?You are the source,you are the … Continue reading →

The Missing Peace

The Missing Peace

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Behavior is only the outward expression of something else which happens on a deeper level, consciously or unconsciously we share our feelings in all sorts of combinations. Foo is a no nonsense type of guy and exhibits encouragement, fun, delight…pure … Continue reading →

Our Need for Movement

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Our timing for ceremonial devotedness trumped homework and reasonable adherence to our weekday obligations…thank goodness for brighter days…thank goodness for angels like these.

On Moving Forward

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A conundrum, it has always been.Off on the wrong foot,or the rug from under my feet did you tug when asked for my hand?A medley of both perhaps,I would wind up right side up, so I thoughtNever was I in … Continue reading →