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From Dust to Dust

Here is my third photo and essay for the photo project I recently began working on… From Dust to Dust I spend a lot of time hiking in the woods at a scientific and natural area near where I live. In this remnant of the big woods that once covered Read more…

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By Marilyn, 7 months ago

What is My Soul’s Address?

Sometimes it’s easy to live slightly detached from my body, especially when I experience a lot of physical pain in that body. As I age I am attempting to live more in my body instead of escaping. The question I ask myself regularly is… What is My Soul’s Address? Where Read more…

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By Marilyn, 7 months ago

As Summer Wanes

In the heat and humidity of late summer the pond behind our house has grown a kind of sludge that covers its surface. But still I find beauty in its colors and reflections. As Summer Wanes and heat and humidity still reign I was surprised to see painted turtles sunning Read more…

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By Marilyn, 9 months ago

There and Back Again

As spring unfolds and the days lengthen and warm, we took time out to travel to visit some relatives in Iowa. Then we drove to Ames, Iowa where Jon and I both went to college. It was a quick trip There and Back Again in two long days. We were Read more…

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By Marilyn, 1 year ago

Season of Grief

I have led a very blessed life. Until recently I had not grieved the loss of anyone deeply. When my parents and mother-in-law died when I was in my fifties, it seemed that their slow deaths were a release from suffering. And though I was sad I was not devastated. Read more…

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By Marilyn, 1 year ago

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