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Taking Stock in November

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This list inspired by the lovely Pip Lincoln from meetmeatmikes.com

Getting: a holiday list underway

Cooking: mashed potatoes and cornbread and sautéed cauliflower

Sipping: Christmas Tea from The Secret Garden

Reading: All Adults Here by Emma Straub

Thinking: family time is such a wonderful thing 

Remembering: my extended family in Ohio that I miss and those that have passed on, remembering them with great love

Looking: at the leaves, always and still

Listening: Elton, Johnny Cash, Jerry Rafferty

Wishing: for peace and safety

Enjoying: British shows on BritBox

Appreciating: how we change as life goes on

Wanting: patience

Eating: pumpkin things

Finishing: the last box of Raspberry Coffee

Liking: rainy, grey days

Loving: sunny, bright autumn mornings

Buying: Christmas trinkets

Watching: the crows in the afternoon

Hoping: the world can find a place of peace

Wearing: green amber earrings from Italy

Walking: every day is always the goal

Following: the local parks and conservatories and museums on instagram

Noticing: a kindness here and a kindness there

Saving: screen shots of beautiful images from instagram for inspiration

Bookmarking: clever interviews with authors I like

Feeling: grateful 

Hearing: so many voices of pain and sorrow, knowing we are all one, wishing we were all one

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Thoughts on a Walk

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While on a walk with Juliet, I saw a stack of books through a window. A stack of books lined up, just so and a lamp with an orange glass shade. And I wondered what the books were and why these books were stacked in this way. I wondered if this was a bedroom, or a library room, or an office. Or maybe, these books belong to a student—a young student with a lifetime of dreams before them, with a lifetime of books before them, with a lifetime before them. 

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Excerpt from this book: The Accidental Tourist

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The real adventure, he thought, is the flow of time; it’s as much adventure as anyone could wish.

Excerpt from The Accidental Tourist, by Anne Tyler, 1985

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A Catalog of 4 Days

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we pulled the leaves from the dill plants and the night fell with its fragrance 

with their humble happiness, the pumpkins beckoned

there was a bit of melancholy about the place; the distressed beauty of willful neglect but also a prescience in the way the sun fell in random slices through the thick afternoon clouds

she laughed when I ran outside to shoot the morning frost on the leaves and so I scampered, crunching the grass, taking the shots quickly, leaving an exhaled breath behind me

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The Leaves

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Leaves stick to the bottom of our boots and gather in the kitchen where the shoes are haphazardly discarded. But the leaves, in all of their brittle and scampering leafiness, travel throughout the house on the edges of a passing breeze— resurfacing on a worn blanket or in the corner by a basket of pine cones.

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Temporary Things

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youth, sadness and shooting stars,

rainy mornings and happy afternoons,

sometimes a broken heart and sometimes a broken promise,

anger and a small child’s laughter,

a full moon and an autumn breeze,

a late summer sun on fresh flowers, 

a day at the lake, a lark, a laugh, a life

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Excerpt from the book: “O” Is for Outlaw

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photo of window and existing photo that I took in Wilkinsburg, PA as part of an art installation that I could not find a name for in order to credit this image

Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered, but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what’s evident forever affected by the gravity of what’s concealed.

Excerpt from: “O” Is for Outlaw, by Sue Grafton, 1999

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At My House

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At my house, there are books. There are open books, stacks of books, groupings, families, renegades. There are plants and flowers; dried and fresh flowers, long leaves in vases, old pottery with lavender. You may find sticks on the table, or maybe a rock, a wing, pens and pencils, a lipstick, a moth. 

There is an old hand-made quilt with a tiny rose print and there is art. Some is mine and some is not mine. There is chocolate and Spanish ham, cheeses, fruit, sometimes wine, sometimes good dark beer and sometimes whiskey. There are little statues of birds and fawns. There is music from the 60’s and 70’s and 90’s; occasionally opera, or Gregorian chants, mostly folk, rock, country, classical guitar.

At my house, there are candles and incense. There is a stained glass lamp with ruby spiders and there are hurricane lamps and sand dollars. 

What is your safe place? I was asked recently—and I answered, “my house”.

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