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The Day After the Election

November 10, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

    The Day After the Election I’ve just made another deposit on the house, and I’m on my way back from the bank. As I make my move to turn left from Federal Highway onto Atlantic Boulevard, a giant fluorescent green lizard leaps into my path. I hit my brake. Others hit their brakes. […]

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10 Things I Learned in October

November 2, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

  1. I learned that it doesn’t matter if you move cross-country under cover with the Poet’s Protection Program, Tweetspeak Poetry will dare to track you down. 2. I learned that I can survive and even thrive in a small space without a lot of stuff. 3. I learned that breaking and binding sometimes go […]

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 31 #SouthFloridaBound #TheBrokenWay

November 1, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

    Monday, October 31 They countered. We accepted. To close two weeks before Christmas. Or sooner. Maybe. Who thought on Day 1 of this series that we’d have a contract on Day 31? Now we’re having second thoughts. But I’m remembering yesterday’s tears… and that anyway it’s not the place where we ultimately end up but […]

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 30 #SouthFloridaBound

November 1, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

  Sunday, October 30 We visited another church this morning, and we were noticed by the missions pastor (can you spell Haiti?) and the preaching pastor (we talked pools.) Our realtor called during the last song to say she had more houses to look at. The first one had real possibilities– a screened pool, backing a […]

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 29 #SouthFloridaBound

November 1, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

Saturday, October 29 Today she lined up nine houses. Today we knocked them all down. We dug, but we didn’t find gold.    

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 27 #SouthFloridaBound

November 1, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

  Thursday, October 27   We’re learning to live with less. From a three-floor family farmhouse, to a one-bedroom (king) condo, two baths, kitchen, living area and screened balcony… to a queen studio cottage with an eat-in kitchen. And when you burn the rolls and set off the smoke alarm, it’s helpful to have a […]

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 26 #SouthFloridaBound

October 31, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

  Wednesday, October 26 Relax, you’re here, they said but I’m feeling ungrounded again. We’re packed up and moving again. We’re still on vacation I said again. And we’re not here any more.  

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 24 #SouthFloridaBound

October 24, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

  Monday, October 24 Playing with Haiku Waves flaunt their muscles Sea suds quiver like jello God washes my feet. *** First gather the eggs Scramble them in a glass bowl See what hatches. *** Do not be afraid Deep in the dung and the dark The hour to praise. *** Footprints in the sand […]

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 23 #SouthFloridaBound

October 23, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

Sunday, October 23   We have to say goodbye again. Nobody wants to talk about it. I bake giant blueberry muffins and take short orders– scrambled eggs for one, oatmeal for another. How do I always end up in the kitchen? We sun. We swim. We play. We laugh. We grill. We eat. We pack. […]

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31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 22 #SouthFloridaBound

October 22, 2016 By Sandra Heska King

      Saturday, October 22 Ten of us wake up in our son’s perfect-for-four apartment, D and I on an air mattress crammed in the playroom. (Later tonight D will lose his balance on too little air when he rises to visit the restroom, tumble back into bed, then to the floor and set a […]

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A tale of two iguanas... I did not see the iguana A tale of two iguanas... I did not see the iguana in the background until I downloaded the photos. That, I believe, is the one that got caught in one of the openings in the neighbor's chain link fence. We tried in several (safe) ways to dislodge it without luck and could think of no other option but to leave it. Somehow it apparently dislodged itself. We also believe this is the pair that was getting into another neighbor's garden. We haven't seen either one since the last cold snap, so we are wondering if they survived. 
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Thinking some may have tumbled from their perches last night. Pretty sure it will be raining iguanas tonight since we are under a frost advisory. It's cold. And windy.
Just sing... sing a song... Singing our way into Just sing... sing a song... 

Singing our way into the weekend.
"We don't just see. We learn to see." ~ Russ Ramse "We don't just see. We learn to see." ~ Russ Ramsey in Rembrandt is in the Wind
Now you see me... now you don't. Now you see me... now you don't.
"I started looking and listening. I realized that "I started looking and listening. I realized that work, like life, is shot through with poetry. It was everywhere. I was so taken with what I discovered that I wrote a book about it." @gyoung9751 
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Whether you work in an office, a retail store, a restaurant, or at home... Whether you work on roads or on power lines, or on high buildings...Whether you collect trash or preach sermons, or care for your kiddos. Whether you do art, or weave words, or take photos of a common gallinule AKA moorhen AKA swamp chicken--it's all shot through with poetry.
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So pay attention. Find a poem.
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Read more at https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2023/01/10/its-poetry-at-work-day-2023/
Rising… Rising…
Everyone needs a little balance in life. And maybe Everyone needs a little balance in life. And maybe a beauty routine. And breakfast. Especially breakfast. I wonder if it consists of a few fire ants. I hope so. (Well, not mine. I'm having oatmeal with chia seeds. What are you having this morning?)
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P.S. Happy Friday!
"Though your destination is not yet clear You can "Though your destination is not yet clear You can trust the promise of this opening; Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning That is at one with your life's desire." ~John O'Donohue 
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A blessing for a new beginning in a new year. I'm sure he wrote it especially for me. At least I'm claiming it. Maybe it will speak to you, too.
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Also, I'd really like this skirt --> 
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Read the whole poem--> -->
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Well, bummer... The whole page didn't print. Read it in the comments below.
"What precocity, a bird half the size Of an Anjou "What precocity, a bird half the size
Of an Anjou pear." ~ Stephen Kuusisto in "The Mockingbird on Central" (Find it in The Poets Guide to the Birds edited by Judith Kitchen and Ted Kooser)
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"The morning pages are the primary tool of creative recovery." ~ Julia Cameron in The Artist's Way. 
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I've been in a long creative drought, so I started morning pages--again. This time I've got a bit of an accountability group through @refineretreat's Refinery--which I finally also joined this year. I'll turn 74 this month. I'm not ready to grow old while I age--though everything does seem to take longer while time goes by faster.
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#aweandwonder #tsaweandwonder
Tonight’s walk in the neighborhood. I’m still Tonight’s walk in the neighborhood. I’m still kinda amazed that out of all the places we could have ended up after moving from a place I said I’d never move from), here we are—planted right next to the northern Everglades. Six-plus years, and I still shake my head in wonder.
"So fancy is the world..." ~ Mary Oliver in "This "So fancy is the world..." ~ Mary Oliver in "This World." #aweandwonder #tsaweandwonder
Look, Mom! I can walk on water! #aweandwonder #tsa Look, Mom! I can walk on water! #aweandwonder #tsaweandwonder
Gazing into 2023 like… Let’s take it step by Gazing into 2023 like… 
Let’s take it step by step with hope and courage. Also I hope to be posting again more often.
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Happy New Year!
The morning before the last morning of 2022. 🌴 The morning before the last morning of 2022. 
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71 degrees. Heading to 83. I can live with that.
From the top of Brasstown Bald—the highest point From the top of Brasstown Bald—the highest point in Georgia at 4784 feet.
Winding roads… Winding roads…
Tonight's moon. It's kinda okay. Tonight's moon. It's kinda okay.
Don’t mind me. Just storking by. Don’t mind me. Just storking by.
I’ve gotten several messages asking if things we I’ve gotten several messages asking if things were okay. Yes. I’ve recovered after 3 weeks in Covid jail. Also, I’ve been a bit scarce on social cuz we’ve been finishing up house renovations, and there is SO much that now needs to be cleaned and stuff put away. Also, we’ve had the second oldest grand with us for two weeks. I “should have” at least shared some stories about our adventures, but we’ve relished the time and kept busy. One can’t leave South Florida without a gator encounter, though, right? Tomorrow the two of us fly back to Michigan, and then I will spend a week with my sister where I expect I will be put to work in the chicken house and the gardens and become a glad(iola) roadside proprietor for a day at the Four Star in while she and my BIL attend a family reunion. I’ll also get to see my dad in the nursing home and spend a couple nights with my daughter. D will hold down the fort here. Then maybe by the first of next month, I’ll be able to finish putting things in order, breathe, find some writing space and get back to normal. Whatever that is.
I tossed and turned all night. And then the storm I tossed and turned all night. And then the storm started. I finally got up about 5ish and sat outside to watch. Until a couple mosquitoes found me. Also, the jasmine hadn’t gone to bed yet and smelled heavenly.
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