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    • rvandoren
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      • In response to: "What do you do on the side?" i'm never on the side. what do you mean? i'm always right here, where-ever I am. I suppose I could imagine being on the side, but I don't think I could do anything there because I would be here.
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    • A source of anxiety and hope
      • There is a quiet hum of traffic (is a hum ever really noisy?) not far from, not too near the house. this house. sometimes it sounds like a river, and it is like a river. it's a river of traffic, unending. will it ever run dry? will our drive to seek, shop, subside? constant craving, like the song says. it's source is in us. not out there. that might be scary. let us find that deep inner silence, while we are awake, so that we can be more awake. to what is truly valuable

      • answered by rvandoren on 07/20/2014
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    • The gift of health
      • Books. There was always a pile of books that would satisfy me like no toy. I loved the surprise, the varied titles, genres. I miss that. I don't recall, but I have this vague sense that one year there were no books. I think I was spoiled. I know I was. I remember the Asimov books. There was always enough, and there were times there was too much, for me, looking back. One toy or book, treasured, stands out, and one among several gets lost. I remember being sick a lot, and the quiet, soft twinkle of the lights on the tree was all the medecine I needed. I am more spoiled now than ever. Where is Scott Peck when I need him?

      • answered by rvandoren on 06/25/2014
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    • Food for the soul (and the stomach)
      • There's a few, and each reminds me of someone I'm fond of, and since I won't choose a person as a favorite, I will choose one as an example. That's the way love is, no favorites. I could easily pick oatmeal with stewed fruits, cinnamon, a pinch of sea salt, sprinkled with toasted walnuts because it reminds me of my mom and me celtic roots. I like a porterhouse steak, with baked potato and cesar salad because it reminds me of my dad, summer family dinners, and it's somehow refreshing (could be the heme iron, but I digress). For the moment, baked salmon or sablefish, with sides of tender fragrant brown rice and lightly steamed greens with a splash of tamari, that's one my spouse and I love. Then there's slow cooked sweet and savoury stews. Or a ham and swiss on white shared with, well, anyone, maybe someone down on their luck. Make the meal and the moment simple and good for the soul. It's a new day.

      • answered by rvandoren on 11/26/2013
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    • tis late, the day's work done, another master calls, to slumber
      • Laziness, apathy, or indecision. I don't know, could be indecision. Sometimes my attention is scattered. That could be a lack of fire, under the seat. Humour, or poor taste. Haziness, not agape, in derision. Who wants to waste their time, idling, inertia. Sloth is a good word, despite its name, it works hard, as a word. It has integrity, and an historical duty, or charge (as in something to be responsible for). Let me be focused for a moment. How do I really want to be in this life, this singular, short life? What aspect of me is holding me back, or hindering me? Isn't being vague a horrible quality? Not quite present, not clear, nor vibrant? Ugh! Poor wilting flower! Where is your gardener?! A dream, a whim, a lulling to sleep, lovely they be, and their place is set, for those who choose to hold the reins of their imagination and actions in their own hands. Take back the reins! Survey be done! Write!! Don't wander! Dear reader

      • answered by rvandoren on 08/17/2013
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    • no analysis for me this morning, I prefer the apple fresh, untainted, heroic in its purity
      • Wow. The hero of the day? Teddy (the old puppy) made it up the stairs to go outside before breakfast, it's a beautiful day, so I'm needlessly envious, as I could have followed her to fill my nose and lungs and ears with sweet dew-laden air and novel melodies of precocious fledglings. Tomorrow. As for me, I came in second by sweeping and washing the floor before breakfast. Mmm, clean floor to start the day. The sunrise was merely gorgeous, taunting my feeble senses with promises of a dream that I, in feeble faith, cling to,like vine upon vine, filling grapes with dew and golden sun, my hero

      • answered by rvandoren on 08/14/2013
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