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Something To Sing About

Jul27

With a happy lilt

birds greet the gentle stillness

following the storm.

Though more storms will surely come,

they welcome the peace that’s now.

JDG

 

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Murphy The Cat’s Open And Shut Case

Jul26

Murphy doesn’t like 

closed doors. She isn’t looking

for privacy. It’s

connection and engagement

she craves – much like some of us.

JDG

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Like A Gentle River

Jul25

Every now and then

our day has an easy flow.

Heart, mind , and sprit

blend effortlessly and leave

the body deeply content.

JDG

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Stay Tuned

Jul15

Sunny, but high winds

and sounds of distant thunder –

sometimes the weather

gives conflicting messages

as we humans also do.

JDG

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Upon Further Thought

Jul3

Knox took one small step

toward the sleeping cats and then

thought better of it.

It’s not only sleeping dogs

that it is best to let lie.

JDG

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Budding Realization

Jul2

Among the tangled

strands of my bewildered mind,

a clear thought emerged –

an outlier to be sure,

but one struggling to be heard.

JDG

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Summer Flickerings

Jun20

Little dots of light

flash across the darkened lawn.

Memories flash too –

kids racing to capture bits

of nighttime magic in jars.

JDG

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Planetary Wisdom

Jun19

Our planet supports

all manner of living things:

elephants and ants,

minnows and whales. It’s only

we who reject diversity.

JDG

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Caution!

Jun18

Negativity,

that kudzu of the soul, grows

imperceptibly

until it obscures all that

was once hopeful and alive.

JDG

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Tired Or Taunting?

Jun7

The cats stare wide-eyed

at that squirrel sprawled out on

the porch rail. What’s up?

For us, so much depends on

the story we tell ourselves.

JDG

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