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Resting on a Monday

December 13, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

She’s eaten. Had her diaper changed. I doubt you want to see a photo of that! Played on the floor. And laughed at the cats. She’s had her way. But now she struggles. Thrashing this way and that. I know what she needs. But she does not want to give in. We try the high […]

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Light and Empty

December 6, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I tiptoe through empty. Mindful to step easy when I reach vinyl. Not wild about down. Moisture clings to windows, and I see dimly. The house vibrates with damp and hums with dry. I’m instructed to turn the heat up past 58. No need to tell me twice. I can’t remember the last time we […]

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Playing Scattergories

November 29, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Crumbs still clung to the harvest cloth between blotted Coke and orange juice. The fake decorations drooped a little when yawns gathered around to begin the traditional games. The eight-year-old asked to play Scattergories. The adults groaned knowing the difficulty she would have, fearing her frustration. But she persisted, and the adults relented. She took […]

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On Adopting a Droid

November 22, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I am in a land of shiny things. AKA–the Verizon Store. Where inhabitants speak a strange language and rows upon rows of shiny alien mouths line up neatly on shelves. I’ve owned these before. Their little jaws have bitten me in the past. Snapped right on the web between my right thumb and forefinger and […]

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On the Shore of Old Hickory Lake

November 15, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

The weekend past. Gallatin, Tennessee. Sunset over the lake. And a misty moisty morning. But a patio view and a bedroom window view are not enough. The lake begs for a deep see. And so I pick my way through damp brush and thorns. Gifts unwrap themselves as I wait and watch. God wonders revealed. […]

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Bite of Heaven in a Pancake

November 8, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Dennis and I are sitting in Sawyer’s Gourmet Pancake House after church. I’ve wanted to come here since I first read about it a couple of years ago, but we never remember to go. A “natural and organic family restaurant” that serves “great food, not fast food.” There’s a sign that says everything is made […]

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Golden Confetti Rain

November 1, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

The diamond-studded grass crunches under my feet this morning. A few cotton wisps feather across the cerulean sky. And I am standing in golden confetti rain. The trees are letting go. I struggle for words to describe what I see and hear. Riffle. Ruffle. Whoosh. Pitter. Patter. Plop. Plop. Tumble. Twirl. Float. Flop. It strikes […]

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Reclaimed and Repurposed

October 25, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

It’s been a long week. And so it’s midnight before I begin to stir chickpea flour into melted ghee, finely chop macadamia nuts and mix with coconut into peaked egg whites, form chocolate truffles and roll in chocolate sprinkles. While the rest of the house sleeps. Wash, mix, mold, bake, scrape, taste, lick. I’m making […]

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It’s a Two-Cup Morning

October 18, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I have so much to do that I shall spend the first three hours in prayer. ~Martin Luther News on the radio startles me awake. Dennis forgot to shut off the alarm. I don’t want to get up. My elbow hurts, and my back aches. I know that Friday’s supper dishes line the counter–along with […]

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Buying Bread on a Monday

October 4, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I just spent a fat chunk of today’s thin time in the bread aisle. I  needed a basic loaf of bread. That’s all. The doughnut case called to me with its array of warm-glazed oily cakes melting puddles on parchment. I pressed nose to glass and drooled. But the mood quickly passed when I spied […]

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“And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thi “And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.” ~ Philippians 4:8 

#fall #southflorida #hope #thoughts #philippians4 #dayafterelection
“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the “My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.” ~ William Wordsworth in “My Heart Leaps Up”

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From my back door and then from the patio. A phone can never capture the true glory of a rainbow. I hope my heart never fails to leap at the wonder of one.
We were monarch parents a couple years back, but o We were monarch parents a couple years back, but our food was not enough to support all our “children.”
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But some were better parents. And next month @tspoetry is celebrating with a garden party. And you are invited. 
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✨ An evening poetry celebration with Dheepa Maturi, Laura Boggess, Jules Jacob, and Sonja Johanson
✨ sign up today: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/year-of-the-monarch-garden-party-tickets-1005650847757
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This is called a sweetheart plant. I bought it at This is called a sweetheart plant. I bought it at a farmers market in Ponte Vedra in Feb 2023. And it hasn’t done a thing except not die. I did repot it a few months back just cuz I thought it might need it. A few days ago I noticed it was sprouting a sprout. And today—10 days after having my aortic valve replaced and the day after having a loop recorder inserted—it has UNFURLED!!! A new heart. 🩷
Looking west this morning. “Sometime, enough of Looking west this morning. 

“Sometime, enough of us should plan
to gather and form our own
luminous cloud.” ~ Luci Shaw in “The Weight of Air” (from The Generosity)
Security is on the job. Security is on the job.
So after 13 years of checkups and annual echos, it So after 13 years of checkups and annual echos, it's finally come to this. One week from today I will have my aortic valve replaced. Eeeek! I know it's done all the time--piece of cake. But that's to other people. 😂 Speaking of cake, I've always hoped to blow out 100 candles (at least), and I keep singing this line in my head...

"And my heart will go on and on." Thanks to @celinedion. 💕
Hi! Long time, no post. So… I grew this from a pi Hi! Long time, no post. So…

I grew this from a pineapple top. We repotted it again over the weekend. Still no fruit, though. Our neighbor has a baby growing on a small plant, though. What’s up with that?

(Also, I do not have a green thumb. Currently the only things still living are this, an avocado, and a little Boston fern.)
We got out here early today, but it was already so We got out here early today, but it was already soooooo hot (later on the"feels like" was 110), and I was just plodding one foot in front of the other wishing I was still in bed. There was not much to see--except the crane family, some blackbirds, a dove. And it was buggy. And a deer fly bit me on the forearm, and it swelled up, and I still have a 1- x 3-inch reddened area. But then... a pink parade.
Just snapped a couple photos of a normal looking s Just snapped a couple photos of a normal looking sky from my back patio with my iPhone! I grew up in Michigan and never saw them before! #northernlights #westboca #southflorida
“So they took branches of palm trees and went out “So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying out, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!” ~ John 12:13
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PALMS

He had a date with them. ~SHK
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~ Six words I wrote on my blog in 2015 as part of a daily “One Word Less for Lent” series.
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Photo taken in Israel, 2022.
Dressed for success... Dressed for success...
“Sing, hope, to me” ~favorite line from “The First “Sing, hope, to me” ~favorite line from “The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti via Every Day Poems and @tspoetry in my email this morning. 
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Whole poem (with lots of favorite lines) here:
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https://open.substack.com/pub/everydaypoems/p/the-first-spring-day?r=3acod&utm_medium=ios
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Wild red poppy anemones from our spring trip to Israel in 2022. And, of course, red is the color of hope. 
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#dipintopoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #tweetspeakpoetry #everydaypoems
Sweet baby colts. Just one parent. Apparently the Sweet baby colts. Just one parent. Apparently the other was hit by a car. 😭💔
Bufo serenade AKA the Ballad of the Bufo Bufo serenade AKA the Ballad of the Bufo
South Florida is confused. South Florida is confused.
“Somehow she learns to breathe.” ~ @gyoung9751 in “Somehow she learns to breathe.” ~ @gyoung9751 in “The mermaid breathes,” a woven poem from tweets. In my email today from Every Day Poems via @tspoetry.
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#dipintopoetry #everydaypoems #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #tweetspeakpoetry
"You have what you need / is what the birds sing a "You have what you need / is what the birds sing all morning" ~ Annie Lighthart in "Conditions of Happiness."
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In my email this morning from 
Every Day Poems via @tspoetry.
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#dipintopoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #everydaypoems #poem #poetsofinstagram #tweetspeakpoetry
If you’ve made it this far, the rest of the week s If you’ve made it this far, the rest of the week should be a snap. #wednesday
Stay behind me. I’ll protect you. No worries. So w Stay behind me. I’ll protect you. No worries. So will all those shots. Mostly.
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D still has PTSD from the Great Possibly Rabid Raccoon Brouhaha of 2021.
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