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The miracle of creation
Is a quotidian wonder,
Happening every day,
In every home,
In every mind.
Each pen put to paper,
Each brush to canvas,
Each diaper changed,
And each dinner served
Breathes newness into being.
We create and are created
In the act of creating.
All our arguments in the end
Are circular.
From stardust we are born,
A heartbeat in the life
Of the universe.

Ribbed celery stalks
Sautéed with peppers and onion:
Holy trinity

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Celery

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Shortest day and longest night,
The reign of darkness in its height:
The dark gives time to rest and heal,
Knowing that our fears are real.
The cold and quiet settle in
And hopes for the new sun begin.
As it has for countless years,
The wheel turns on and quells our fears.

Dark is the long night
That precedes the sun’s return.
Each day will grow now.

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Dark

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Gratitude

When I quiet my mind
And begin to list
All the many things I am grateful for,
My heart slows a bit,
The furrow in my brow relaxes,
And I feel more myself.
Gratitude as a practice
Has given me a way out
Of the avalanche of complaints
That can sweep me off my feet.
Gratitude is a life jacket
Keeping my head above
The stormy waters of my life.

Akaky the clerk
Loses his dear overcoat
While we watch and laugh.

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Overcoat

Re: Nikolai Gogol’s The Overcoat/ Шинель

Up the mountain stream
Through the dense woods - a mother
Bear and her two cubs.

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Bear

Slowly cooking pot
Of bean stew in the oven.
Hearty meals ahead.

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Stew

The chill in the air
Is nothing compared to the
cold in these old bones.

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Cold