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Laura
For Katey Walters She conjures forth bubbles of fire from frozen lakes. I heard it on the radio, circling the dark lanes of a parking deck. A big blue Suburban nearly backed into me as... More »
Laura
Perseverance is a purifying force in itself, just as flowing water pushes weeds and branches onto the riverbank. ---Vernon Howard, from The Power of Esoterics
Laura
I've been thinking about the notion of faith a lot lately, about how it can sustain and nourish, and about my own sense of what it means. I think Sharon Salzberg's words on the matter... More »
Laura
Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still. Lovers, farmers, and artists have one thing... More »
Laura
My skirmishes with time began when the wall clock in my classroom stopped. This happened Tuesday night the week before Thanksgiving break; when I came in to work Wednesday morning the clock, which was... More »
Laura
a favorite. http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZNp0l6ZhlRM http://youtube.com/watch?v=FutdXQkBvKo http://youtube.com/watch?v=UHYOCOStIdQ http://youtube.com/watch?v=0GQAqjsVoIY http://www.ornettecoleman.com/ http://www.geocities.com/BourbonStreet/Quarter/7055/Ornette/ http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9607210
Laura
Last night I read something about impermanence and I remembered the time when my mother gave me the kaleidoscope. She handed it to me, a brass cylinder in a soft blue velvet cloth with... More »
Laura
These hooks hang onto hunks Of a color I can't name, Not auburn Or burnt sienna. More like the Ubiquity of rust And the flakes of its oxidizing Scrim, The sheen it shows me... More »
Laura
The River Itself It takes him a week, maybe nine days, he can't remember now, moving upriver all the while, and maples, making the judgments others before him had made--- meaning no tributary streams,... More »
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