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River’s Up!

Finally, we got some rain and snow here, some sleet and freezing rain and rain, rain, and rain – starting around the first part of February.  Usually our rains begin in late October, so we have had plenty of catching … Continue reading

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Call for River Healing Prayers and Poems

Waldo Lake, the source.  My heart is aligning with the source of the source of the source! Meanwhile, here at home, divers pulled six cars from the river down at the Oak Grove Boulevard boat launch, about a month ago. … Continue reading

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Being Earnest

A new friend of mine hushed her husband who was teasing me about something, “George, now.  Susan is earnest!” she chided.  And I considered, inside, “What in the world does that mean?  Really.”  So, I meandered home and looked it … Continue reading

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Wild Life

Walking down to pick up our mail last week, a loose dog trotted towards me alongside the road.   About the size of a German Shepherd, tan and sleek, he didn’t skip a step, not a bit shy.  Surprised, since … Continue reading

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River of Time

Way over in Camden, New Jersey, where 69 people were murdered in 2012, a Catholic priest named Michael Doyle presides over the Sacred Heart parish, and sends out a letter to subscribers every month that boggles the mind.  In January, … Continue reading

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State of the River

River is down today, almost to summer depths, all her bones showing or at least many of them.  Mid-winter, the river should be up and flowing with some abandon, not all weepy and creeping along.  I feel some concern for … Continue reading

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