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Explorations of mind, paths, and life

The Secret Things I Think

Posted on May 12, 2018 - Filed Under adventure, feelings, gratitude, hudson river new york, JP, kid, mother's day, Parenting, self reflect, thoughts, travel | Comments Off on The Secret Things I Think

The Secret Things I Think… About my Son (Happy Mother’s Day to Me and all Mother’s of every nature – who understand the art of caring, loving, connecting, and nurturing) There are a lot of things that I think and feel about my kid that I rarely offer up to him. Some of that is an […]

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Full Moon Thoughts

Posted on January 8, 2012 - Filed Under 2012, gratitude, JP, kid, life, Parenting, Rituals, self concept | 1 Comment

I am curled up in bed, filled with delight and the warmth of heavy blankets pressed on my skin. I have a sense of deep gratitude moving through me. It has been an eternity since I have moved through my moon cycles and rituals, putting out to the universe what I would like to see […]

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Gathering my Shoes

Posted on November 26, 2011 - Filed Under beach, fear, feelings, JP, memories, ocean, self concept, self reflect | 1 Comment

The avoidance detrimental, really. A quiet, shifty eyed, uncertainty sitting under my skin, under the happy and work, under the smile and respites on the beach or on long drives. Some things have hit a state of hibernation in my core, and I ask myself to bring them forward, but I think I am afraid […]

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Vigilance

Posted on May 11, 2011 - Filed Under 2011, JP, kid, sick | 1 Comment

I am sitting under the dim colorful lights of my son’s hospital room, moving through a few days of vigilance and exhaustion. I have been here pretty much non-stop since taking him to the ER Monday night, and broken away for about a total of 6 hours to head home with a list in hand […]

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Common Areas

Posted on February 6, 2011 - Filed Under JP, kid, Parenting | 1 Comment

I return home to what should be a spanking-clean house, and find instead the trails of a teenager, freshly pounded into the meadow that is our “common area.” Remnants of his entertainment, owning this space more often than I do based on my busy work schedule, means I find things that don’t quite compute with my […]

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