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Beasts of Love

Perspective oh-five-thirty beasts of love escape my home chasing dreams marking time steamed water transforms pulverized power beans in one machine, while I feed another machine our dirty socks listening to Rock, my big big baby hundred and thirty pounds, almost eight years old the Train, my loudest, strongest and most adoring pup constant companion at my feet Waffle and Maple round out the canine trio. Waff’s tiny paws tippy tap on tile. Waffle,as a word both noun…

starfish, innocence and hope

Dear Innocence, I wish you were a starfish. If you lost an arm, it would grow back. In fact, that lost arm might grow back a new body. I thought 420 was something about Earth Day. I love our Earth, it’s a spinning rock that’s mostly water–what’s not to love. No one likes to feel stupid, so I’m glad I like to fact check or I might have said something stupid.   Life is hard. We will all…

Speak Softly and Carry a Lot of Love

With the same care and respect as when I shared them with my mother-in-law, I share them with you. Speak Softly and Carry a Lot of Love; the volume (value) of a message is not measured in decibels. 9:57PM April 15, 2013 I wrote: Do you ever find yourself giving advice and realize that the words that you just have said words that are the very ones you yourself need to hear? Today found myself saying “we don’t need…

egg-cellent opportunity

Just a year ago, I saw this photo. What’s your instant reaction? What do you see? Oops. #easter #getthemopout #splat A post shared by Deborah Boschert (@deborahboschert) on Mar 26, 2016 at 4:04pm PDT   My first reaction was “wow, cool photo!” My second reaction was to count the eggs, and wonder how this occurred. Seriously, out of curiosity! Look at the eggs at the bottom left, one of those might be intact. Something about human nature to try…

clash, class and sea glass

Terrified I was terrified to go back to my high school reunion last summer. Ok, it was a little exciting to see friends on Facebook. Their kids looked a lot like my friends, it was kinda cool. I didn’t keep up with high school friends. I’m just living my life. I asked Mom if she would go with me. She replied, you aren’t supposed to bring your mom to a reunion. She did teach at my school, my friends…

swoosh or clang

My mind travels back in time to a school basketball court. Time flows in one direction–like gravity always pulling us down. Like the ball, swoosh or clang on the hoop at the elementary school, pulling us to earth. There is no juggling. There is throwing, there is catching. That’s all. Seriously, juggling is one of my favorite analogies for learning. When we (I mean us humans) go to learn something new–we want to go straight to expert level.…

soundtrack of my life

As I click publish, my stove top timer sings to me says it’s time to close up that computational device–time to reboot the mind, body and spirit. Yes indeed, you call it sleep, I call it low tech rejuvenation! Slowly simmering in the crockpot is the world’s most flammable chili con carne. A soft snore from one of my sweet giant beasts. This is the soundtrack of my life. I’m joyful. I’m humbled and honored. I’m blessed!     Make it Work Make Your Mark Make…

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