Considered Days
It’s a fresh morning. And I’m paused by your words, Ms. Oliver. It’s not the goldfinches who urge me to stop on this frigid March day. Nor the whitecaps, compelling though they might be as they press their way towards the shore.
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A shift of light. A cloud slides away from the sun and, quite suddenly, the air fills with motion. Wings of gold flutter as at least fifteen Monarch bu…
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To received Considered Days posts right in your inbox, subscribe to follow the writings shared here. Thank you! My son and I stand in front of the grea…
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Music vibrates from my phone speakers as I dash around our small kitchen, serving lunch while making dinner. Dashing. There are moments, these days, wh…
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“What would you do if you saw a gun?” the doctor asks my daughter, who turned four two weeks ago. I watch as a quizzical look crosses my daughter’s fac…
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Oct 7, 2020CommentShare
I’m listening for the sound of hope. Or perhaps it is the sound of the past. My children and I make our way through the woods behind our home in Maine.…
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May 15, 2020CommentShare
We are at the edge of the pond in a patch of sun, seated between bare huckleberry branches. My daughter and son sit in front of me. Their heads bend to…
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Apr 8, 2020CommentShare
Never forget who you are. We crouch near a rock covered in several types of moss. I support your body as you lean over the vibrant layers. Your pudgy l…
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