Category Archives: winter

February 2011: Implications of Projected Realities in the Middle of a Long Winter

when the inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside as fate. That is to say, when the individual remains undivided and does not become conscious of his inner contradictions, the world must perforce act out the conflict and … Continue reading

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Looking Back at The First Half of the First Month of An Already Long Year

This should be a good starter for writing at least 2 or 3 blogs a week or more. I have the time: all I need is the inspiration and motivation. January 1 Journal Entry: Pat called around 10:00 in the … Continue reading

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Each Life a Snowflake in a Blizzard.

“Politicians and rulers are not the makers of events, but their puppets:” “It seems to me that we do not know nearly enough about ourselves; that we do not often enough wonder if our lives, or some events and times … Continue reading

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February Evening

At the end of the cold bright day midwinter sunlight slides in through my windows to play.  

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Century #4: The Drop Off

Girl Abandoned 4/17/1986 It was 4:56 am  on a Sunday under a black sky with grey patches. Snow lay in smudges with grass poking out here and there. Next to the snow is a road winding up into the hills … Continue reading

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