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About beth

Ann Arbor-ite writes about enjoying life with all of its ironies and surprises.

i’m hopping off to san diego for an early spring long weekend thaw.

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(not me, but very similar)

the Alaskan tree frog

freezes solid

during the winter

including

stopping it’s heart

and then

thaws in the spring

and

hops away!

image credit: snakebytestv


the art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. – gustave flaubert

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on this writers’ retreat

i think you’d most likely find me in one of three places:

magical realist pier

reflecting pool

brainstorm rotunda

where would i find you?

—-

image credit: grantsnider

the sky is the daily bread of the eyes. ~ralph waldo emerson

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‘neath bright blue sky

upon wide open fields of snow

with no end in sight

nothing to do

but to run and to play

on such

a fine

and lovely

winter’s day.

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— 

nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere

and the circumference nowhere.

– blaise pascal

magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide. – ben okri

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at our annual

fairy tea party

filled with

wonder

and

wishes 

and

sparkles

and 

sweets

and

magic tea 

that

changes colors.

 

wintering.

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even the fairies

have settled in

for a  long

winter’s nap

still tucked in

covered

by

a soft

blanket of snow

with

just

a

lemon feather

and

a few

festive trappings

above

reminding us

of

the spring

below

and

yet

to come.


“perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath,

for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.”

 – anne morrow lindbergh

full of it.

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Dog Sitting Under Dryer in Beauty Salon

at the salon

relaxing

calm

friendly

chatting

sharing

herbal tea

and

stories

until

he

arrived

full of self

all pomp

and

circumstance

and

said things

to his stylist

like

i’m a writer

for the university

i prefer whiskey

only the finest

you probably

wouldn’t have heard of

the bands i prefer

i had an outing

with a large group

of my friends

this is my first haircut

since i’ve moved here

you should feel honored

and

he was young

and already

so filled up

having to prove something

to the world

and himself

and it went

on and on

so full

of false importance

and then

his patient stylist

opened a door

to get something

and

a head rolled out

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and

he looked

and

he shrieked

and

his wall

fell down

just a bit

and the

rest of us

laughed

and

laughed

for a long time

and

the man

was quiet.

—-
avoid having your ego so close to your position that when your position falls,

your ego goes with it.

– colin powell

image credits: getty images, flickr

our job.

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“it’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world.

it’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.”

– l.r. knost

image credit: neil abramson

i loved this. and then it got even better.

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this was sent to me

by

my sister

and

i could

identify

with

every word

for it’s

an

approach

to life

that i share

with the small boy

in the words above

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and then

there was

the orange sticky note

that

she attached

to it

and i

saw

this

as

a

wonderful

compliment

and

a

precious

gift

for

it shows

that

she truly

knows

who i am.

write about winter in the summer. – annie dillard

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and for now a word

 of summer’s day in winter

gold and welcoming.

image credit: earthporn

when we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. – mark twain

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the known facts:

nacho the cat not the food

guarding his ‘catch’

a large unbaked potato

now missing a few bites

and partially peeled

on the stairs

the still-unanswered questions:

not sure

why

or

how

just

left

to

wonder

and

be

 impressed.

without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed.

what would be left to strive for if everything were known?

– charles de lint