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WOULD YOU LOVE ME?

I’M WALKING, AND LOOKING AT SIGNS OF LOVE. Love signs, and signs of love. There are signs of love — it’s that heat, the blush, the rush of connection and relating — that “relating” is this, the carrying of a … Continue reading

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LOVE BUILDING | BUILDING LOVE

I’M STANDING; BUILDING. AND THINKING. I’m standing before a building — it’s uptown, off Central Park; it’s not a beautiful day, and I’m heading to a meeting. I’m late — in the striding fury of trying to put too many … Continue reading

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L O V E F L A G

WRITING ABOUT LOVE TODAY’S the day. But I’m less concerned about that, and better — the perpetuity of it. KEEP THAT GOING. The love thing: petal, heart, butterflies: sharing — friending and the finding of it; what could be, and … Continue reading

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COURAGE AND THE HEART

COURAGE AND THE HEART Thinking about the heart, talking to my mother — we were talking about the idea of courage. There are people that seem to have extraordinary courage in facing the challenges that cloud around them — yet … Continue reading

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THE HEART OF IRON

As I walk the abandoned farm land of pressed grains, weeds and rushes, since there is a chill – I can hear the needles of cedar, pine, crackling like ice. And there, in the field, is a piece of rusted … Continue reading

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THE HEART OF GLASS

My Mother, in her ineffable gathering and gifting, passed along this small piece of glass, worn and earthen, one side, polished and melted, another — like the beached glass of old bottles, white glass, blue and softened hints of pastel … Continue reading

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LOVE INTIMACY

I was talking about love, charting ideas, exploring concepts at a client meeting; this was today — the notion of being connected, let’s say for now, spiritually, in a powerful and compelling way – that way of “in” being “in” … Continue reading

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