Author: Jocelyn

Quite Contrary, That’s How My Garden Grows 19

Quite Contrary, That’s How My Garden Grows

This time of year, whenever I hop about visiting blogs, I frequently am greeted with lovely garden tours: colors, growth, renewal, dirt, brightness after months of grey. Here, for example, are a few glimpses: Lime‘s Daffodils Green Girl‘s Forsythia Friko’s Quince Citizen’s Pansies Usually, I view fellow bloggers’ garden photos...

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Twelve Years Since the Blue Moon 12

Twelve Years Since the Blue Moon

Once again, I beg the forbearance of my long-time readers with this post, as it’s a re-run (but I’ve added new pictures at the end!). However, because it’s a personal favorite, I hope you’ll hang in there for a re-read…or perhaps for a first-time through. —————————————– “Twelve Years Since the...

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Drag Your Feet to Slow the Circles Down 25

Drag Your Feet to Slow the Circles Down

If your browser allows it, click Play: [audio:http://omightycrisis.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/12-The-Circle-Game.mp3|titles=12 – The Circle Game] ——————————————- One year, when my dad’s birthday rolled around, my mom didn’t know what to buy him for a gift–he already lived under Montana’s Big Sky and possessed a lovely tenor voice, both of which made the case for...

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Revisiting Narnia: Wait, I Never Got This As a Kid…Aslan Is Jesus? 13

Revisiting Narnia: Wait, I Never Got This As a Kid…Aslan Is Jesus?

One day back in 1700, when we were classmates at Cautionary Epistle school, my chum Samuel Richardson and I took a break from hunching over our Remonstrance Homework long enough to survey a coterie of our cohorts kicking a rotten cabbage around the schoolyard. Abruptly, their play was interrupted by...

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The Smell of Success…or Perhaps an Abundance of Broccoli 27

The Smell of Success…or Perhaps an Abundance of Broccoli

“Can I just go into the bathroom and take off my clothes and come back out for a redo?” I asked the Tidy Tiny sporting a delicious wool cardigan and a name tag letting me know she’d lost 24 pounds and kept it off for 12 years. “I’d actually go...

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Delights 18

Delights

Usually, February is a dreary month, one that lasts for about nineteen years. I often find myself counting the minutes during the doldrums of February. Not this year. The days are flying by. I’m having a really, really good time, largely because: 1) Paco has decided he loves the Billy...

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I Thought That I Should Never See/Poems So Stuffed With The Kiwi 19

I Thought That I Should Never See/Poems So Stuffed With The Kiwi

The teacher thanked us all for coming, ending her welcoming speech with, “And I’ve told all the kids that the parents are here to enjoy their poetry, not to judge their poetry.” “Aw, come on,” whispered the hipster rock star dad sitting behind me (no, really, he is a rock...

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That Solid Inward Comfort of Mind 22

That Solid Inward Comfort of Mind

When I was growing up, I took piano lessons for nine years. At some point during my tenure as ivory tickler, my teacher, Mrs. Wolverton, asked me to start tracking my practice minutes each week and then submit them to her at the start of each lesson. It was as...

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My Buddy 23

My Buddy

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. – Bernard Meltzer One of my best friends is turning 9 today. He is a character–funny, perceptive, bullheaded, complicated. He is a reader; tests reported that...

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Armistead Maupin Preferred the Shelter of Fiction, But With That Attitude He’d Have Been Dead By Midnight If He Lived in Northern Minnesota 14

Armistead Maupin Preferred the Shelter of Fiction, But With That Attitude He’d Have Been Dead By Midnight If He Lived in Northern Minnesota

Probably because the weather has been so forbidding this week–damn cold and unbelievably blustery–we’ve been delighting in indoor pursuits. The grey and the dark and the blow-the-pants-right-off-your-legs wind outside all highlight the beauty of food, conversation, warmth, shelter, reminding us how fortunate we are to have relief from the elements....

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