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Saturday, September 18th 2004
Precarious Perch
My morning walk was a bit brief today. I had not put on the proper shoes; nonetheless, I walked into the courtyard behind my work. The stream was still foaming here and there and bubbling appropriately. I stepped along the path over the bridge and to the tall oaks lining the walkway. I stopped abruptly, struck by the sight before me. More >
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Monday, September 13th 2004
I am thoughtless today.
Streams of my consciousness seem to be stuck in foam today. More >
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Sunday, September 12th 2004
Perhaps
Perhaps there are no words
No feelings sublime enough More >
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Thursday, September 9th 2004
I was sitting this morning again in the wooded courtyard. I had taken my walk. I was reading "Suffering is Optional by Cheri Huber". I was sipping my coffee when I saw this odd shape in the small stream. More >
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 Monday, September 6th 2004
Picture made for me a few years ago by my son Benjamin.
Once Undiscovered
I awoke hearing the muttering
It had always been there
But for some reason
I was deaf to it More >
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Sunday, September 5th 2004
Look unto the Stars
I heard your heart a-whispering
In the sighing breeze
No turn or twist along the path
Would bring you close to me More >
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Monday, August 30th 2004
Web of Light
I arrived early to my workplace this morning. The sun was filtering through the trees behind the building. We have a man-made stream and large trees in a big courtyard there. As I sat on a bench, I could see the spider webs flashing in the sunlight. More >
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 Sunday, August 29th 2004
said... More >
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Saturday, August 28th 2004
The Frost
When frost is scraped from a frigid window
There remains a shadow of each stroke
And when your back is turned
The ice forms again More >
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Friday, August 27th 2004
"At the center of your being you have the answer; You know who you are and you know what you want." (Lao-tzu)
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 Thursday, August 26th 2004
did you know More >
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Thursday, August 26th 2004
Where Does He Walk?
Where does this man walk, shadows before him?
Where are his thoughts, what goes afore him?
How will he choose the course that he follows,
Stuck in his own selfish maze he now wallows? More >
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  Monday, August 23rd 2004
The Parable of the Mimosa and Crabapple
by Marissa A Spencer
There was a beautiful crabapple tree that bloomed in a lovely meadow in a calm, peaceful valley. About ten feet away was a lovely mimosa tree. The mimosa’s feathery leaves opened and closed with each sunrise and sunset. The crabapple bloomed bright pink blossoms in the spring. Mimosa’s blossoms were like pink fairies. More >
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Friday, August 20th 2004
Odd Happenings at Coloma
By Marissa A Spencer
One year our family went to the Coloma mill, where Marshall’s men found gold in California. It is lovely in the foothills and we often took a picnic with us and panned for gold in the cold shallow river there. The area is covered with preserved buildings. The blacksmith shop will have someone demonstrating the art from time to time. More >
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 Thursday, August 19th 2004
I saw it when I woke from a meditation..
I had my eyes open and the sight of it lingered for a few moments..
I have a pastel of it.. I will scan it when I can. This will have to do to let you know... six spheres... connected
when I looked at it , it was sitting on the horizontal...
I opened my eyes and it glowed in the darkness... More >
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Monday, August 16th 2004
Time Stops
Will time ascend?
Or retreat if we sit quietly?
I sense a change
I watch the hours creep
Then they fly by with no sense.
When I close my eyes
Time stops More >
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 Sunday, August 15th 2004
Mary and Jane, are you my friends? Smithsonian part 5
A year went by and life was pretty crazy. Thoughts of odd experiences were not at the top of the list of things to do. Then one quiet evening when I was relaxing, I sensed the thought in my head. It wasn’t a real voice, but a thought formed into words. More >
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Saturday, August 14th 2004
Going Into the Past
by Marissa A Spencer
I could have stayed in the Natural History Museum for a whole day, but there was still so much to see. In between the buildings there are outdoor exhibits. I was fortunate to go when the weather was perfect. With a smile on my face I continued to the next major building. The Museum of American History was no disappointment. I already mentioned my Grandfather’s shop. The Industrial Revolution had its good and bad side. Marvelous marvels of the modern era were all well represented. More >
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  Friday, August 13th 2004
Of my wandering in Museum of Natural History.
       
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  Friday, August 13th 2004
Wandering around the collection of museums called the Smithsonian is a treat. I left the art museum and wistfully wondered what Mary Cassatt was trying to tell me. My next destination was the Natural History Museum. Touted as pretty impressive, I am happy to agree. The front of the building alone is massive. More >
  
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Friday, August 13th 2004
my first attempt to writing a song... gotta get to that book I got... ;-)
Let Me Surrender
Surrender,
Tell me that you want me to surrender.
Tell me that you want me forever.
Surrender….
Surrender….
Oh, let me surrender! More >
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 Tuesday, August 10th 2004
Smithsonian: Part 2
By Marissa A Spencer
In the late summer of 1999, the cherry blossoms of Washington, D.C. were done falling. I put my backpack on and grabbed a cab to go to the Smithsonian. I had dreamed for years of visiting it. I had no preconceived notions and was open to anything I could learn. Had I been guided to this place at this time? One could argue that, when you think about the events that transpired. More >
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Monday, August 9th 2004
I have to look at this sort of thing with an accepting eye, but sometimes...it is very distracting!
From The Flames
Will I be sent to fiery madness?
For it would be easier than this.
Your hand reaches from the flame
The blasting furnace blinds me More >
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Sunday, August 8th 2004
I wrote this for an online contest.
The Prize
By Marissa A Spencer
“Shhh…. yer gonna wake em up! Shhhh… I tell ye… Shaddup!” In the darkness a soft splash was heard then a loud clang. Gruntbag whispers as he feels along in the fetid darkness, “Lumpwart! How are we supposed to steal that prize with you making such an awful racket?” More >
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Sunday, August 8th 2004
Soon
You are waiting aren’t you?
When will I finally understand?
So patient More >
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