February 2011
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I must be out of touch with the way the world communicates because I just don’t get it. I was telling Ray last night that I used to have a good number of friends; friends that even when I moved away wrote letters to keep in touch. We were scribbling our thoughts out in pencil…
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A tiny seed is planted in the rich soil, carefully watered and soon takes root. Leaves, stems and buds gradually appear. As the sun lavishes the tiny plants with its light, the buds begin to unfold, revealing the beauty kept hidden before. Flowers full of vibrant colour dot the luscious green leaves, opening to their…
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I am having one of those days. You know, those days that send storm clouds but omit the rainbow; days that are not content until they have you curled up under in a ball, crying bitterly into your pillow. Of course, days are not conscious beings. They cannot knowingly inflict pain or cause chaos. No,…
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My brother, Matthew, approached me this week about helping him create layouts of the houses we have called “home” throughout our twenty-something years. He sent over his rough sketches and I was amazed at how well preserved the floor plans were in his head. From a desk to a tiny nook, his simple illustrations brought…