Posts By: Chris

I am exhausted

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I am so tired I actually can’t even think clearly to write what I want to write. But I need to get this out of me. Holding it in makes it even worse. What I want to say is that this past year feels full of chaos and angst, when I am on the verge… Read more »

A shared life

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A plant’s breath gives life to us. Our breath gives life to them. We take in them as we breathe. They take in us as they breathe. Fully interconnected in a beautiful  dance of life. Fruit of their womb. For us. Scent of their perfume,  for us. Beauty of their adornment. For us. Seeds for… Read more »

We are doing okay

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We are doing okay, Max and I. (Andy’s okay, too, but I wasn’t worried about him. He wasn’t as attached.) Grief is a strange thing. It starts out sharp, then gradually mellows, always with the ability to become sharp for a moment. Or many moments. Max comes for a bit to snuggle. At night, even,… Read more »

I want to go out happy

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I’ve mentioned before that Gracie was a calico, and quirky, and feisty, too. But she mellowed a bit in her old age. Still always knew her mind, but was more social, more loving, especially to “strangers.” There was even one year when my cookie swap wound up really small – two years ago – because… Read more »

Gracie’s Garden

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I live out in the country. Where there are predators that eat cats. But, loving the outdoors myself, I couldn’t bear to not let them outside. So all the cats I’ve ever had go out between 9am and 5pm-ish. They really come in and out all day (we don’t have a cat door, I am… Read more »

Her name is Grace

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This morning, like every morning, she jumped on the bed, to sit in my lap and purr. For as long as I will stay in bed. She makes it hard to get out of bed. It’s one of my favorite parts of the day. The other is at night, when she starts coming around as… Read more »

The Wrong Side of a Gun

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Have you ever been on the wrong side of a gun? The end that screams death as metal hurls faster than any force man could exert on his own and rips apart flesh like it wasn’t even there? Have you ever heard the screams or loosed them yourself as the wrong side of the gun… Read more »

The loud voices

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I lost myself in the loud voices; couldn’t hear myself. They called, cajoled, Insisted. “Be like us.” “Believe like us.” They made me afraid of being wrong. But I see now that they were the ones afraid, not me. Because I’ve always known what I believe, I just let them talk me out of it… Read more »

Listen

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Shhhhhhhh. Listen.  Behind the voices.  It’s the song of spirit,  the language of love, the pureness of thought that doesn’t need laws because all that is good lives outside of them, in the place of grace. photo credit: sniggie Nydia, the blind girl of Pompeii, listens via photopin (license)

Merry Christmas 2017

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I’ve sat down to write a Christmas greeting a couple of times but I stare at the blank page and ask myself, “what should I even write?” I’m not really in the mood to be chatty – say, what? But, there it is. Really. So quick updates on our lives, then I’m outa here. Me:… Read more »