Reflections
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Market Musings: Looking and letting go
Eye contact at the market is brief and easily missed. But those few seconds can soften the body, shift attention, and move quietly through a room. This essay reflects on what happens when two people truly see each other, even for a moment.
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My chair at the table
A few words helped me feel like I was enough. Every Friday evening, there is a table that fills itself. Plates appear. Candles get lit. Someone asks if the salad needs dressing. I help set plates and silverware, fill the “glug jug” with water, clear dishes when the main course is finished. I’ve been doing…
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Yesterday I rode my bike
I bought my grumpy Urbana friend a new journal, and wrote this poem to put inside the front cover.