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Funny how that phrase can feel heavy, onerous, and yet this time, it doesn’t. I have lots of writing, organizing and preparation to do. It feels like diving into something welcome, something exciting. I am so aware of how lucky I have been to have been in a warm and beautiful environment for…
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What at a wonderful thing to come home! What a joy to find my dear friend waiting for me at the airport even though the airline left my bag in Atlanta. She didn’t care that I was late after struggling with that. She just whisked me off for Chinese food. I sure enjoyed it…
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Probably most of you have heard about the miraculous migration that Monarch butterflies make from Canada to their winter homes in Mexico. Today I visited that home. Seldom have I been so moved by beauty, quiet, respect for the magnificent sight I was privileged to witness. The forests where the Monarchs mate is over three…
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U It is astounding. I went once last year but I had forgotten the sheer size, noise and variety that confronts one at this huge weekly market. It takes place well outside the city. Finding the right bus was a bit of a,challenge as I had to look up a few words in the…
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The sunsets in San Miguel are justly famous. I saw many beautiful and quite astonishing sights. I never dreamed of seeing papayas in a tree. The passerby who smiled at my puzzlement and managed to tell me that papayas do not have a remarkable flower ( it was a combination of instinct, intuition and five…
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I had to study some different forms of poetry at the convention. One was called a Pantoum and you can just go and look it up. You will see that involves repeating lines in a particular order as you proceed down the poem.. Tonight just at sunset the moon and the…
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Swinging in the Spring hammock under the late evening sky The stars emerge Up on the roof terrace with its yellow flowers I hear the faint creak of the star-burst twined ropes. One bright star above rocks with me so that I am not lonely. Hold me in your arms rocking rocking hammock. I…
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Hot air balloons love early morning. They love the cool clouds. The still air of early morning. Hot air balloons love the jet of helium. The basket below hangs in early morning. Hot air balloons love pearl dawning. Carried up by flame and flame-clouded dawn of early morning.j Hot air balloons…
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Mexico is not a quiet place. I am writing this with a pair of orange ear plugs stuck into my ears. Yes, it does somewhat deaden the noise of barking dogs, cars bumping up a cobble stone road, motorcycles roaring up the streets, the roasted corn seller bawling out…
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This conference is very intense. The calibre of the presenters is very high and the workshops are productive and pertinent. I get a bit exhausted and so this afternoon I went on an excursion to a nearby town justly famous for its church. This is the Church of Atotonilco. This…
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