Ra's Spiral Path

Category: life

  • A slow start

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    This year is speeding by day to day. Work on creative projects is going ever so slowly. If I truly want to post more often here I need to rework my brain into thinking smaller…

  • A Tiny Triumph

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    After watching Jenny Lawson’s TED talk about sharing stories, it really made me want to try to find time to share stories more regularly. So here goes…

  • Bad Timing

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    I saw my son’s father today crossing the street as I was waiting to turn left at the intersection.

  • At the famous writer’s house…

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    Early Wednesday morning I had a dream that I was wandering around a very famous writer’s estate. I sometimes ran into another person or people that I knew and often went off searching for my son – who kept wandering off. At some point I found and followed the writer to his very out of…

  • A learning experience

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    At my most recent meeting of children services librarians at work, we were asked to share what we are excited to learn in a our introductions. I shared that I am trying to be excited to learn how to replace a window pane.

  • Small Comfort

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    In chatting With a storytime mom As she was leaving with her Three year old daughter, I was comforted in knowing That her son was also struggling With kindergarten. He is also a smart kid (like mine). And while it’s disappointing To know that our kids are Struggling with our system As they are first…

  • Owl

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    I saw an owl last night Sitting in the big tree Behind my house When I let the dog out It didn’t make a sound But I saw her turn her head As she waited For the storm to pass

  • An Offering (for the canyon)

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    Tending my body in the wise woman’s house I watch my loose hair go down the drain In Santa Fe Two days previously I watched my hair strands blow from my fingers In Chaco Canyon

  • A month ago

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    I wrote this poem a month ago. It has no title. We see through you. We know that the zebras Lined up in the carport Are a sign of mental distress. And the bears lined up in front of the door Were over the top. I was relieved when I was able To open the…

  • Soul Cleanse

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    You are a toxin That I need to release slowly Over time. Through tears and sweat And sweet, kind words To myself. Our son told me this morning That he thought that you had always Been mean to me. I will not Be the woman I hate to read about.