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The Sodden Astronomer
They say, Do not look at the stars,
or you will step into holes
and sink your shoes in mud.
So you can keep your eyes
fixed on the ground,
safe from puddles,
safe from falling,
and miss the lights
burning above in the dark—
except for a stolen glance,
a hurried sip of heaven.
Or you can throw
caution to the wind,
lift your thirsty face
to those bright jewels
sewn into black velvet,
and stumble on
with wet feet.October 27, 1988 (edited June 2026)
Curridabat, Costa RicaPart of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988
9.927128-84.082012 San Jose, Costa Rica #1988 #astronomyMetaphor #awe #Beauty #blackVelvetSky #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #Courage #CreativeWriting #dreamers #Dreaming #earthAndHeaven #HereAreSomeWordPressTagsForThePoemSoddenAstronomer #Hope #Imagination #jewelsInTheDarkness #lookingUp #mudAndStars #mysticalPoetry #night #NightSky #poeticImage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Risk #SpiritualReflection #stargazing #stars #symbolicPoetry #walkingByFaith #wetFeet #Wonder #wonderAndCaution #Writing -
The Sodden Astronomer
They say, Do not look at the stars,
or you will step into holes
and sink your shoes in mud.
So you can keep your eyes
fixed on the ground,
safe from puddles,
safe from falling,
and miss the lights
burning above in the dark—
except for a stolen glance,
a hurried sip of heaven.
Or you can throw
caution to the wind,
lift your thirsty face
to those bright jewels
sewn into black velvet,
and stumble on
with wet feet.October 27, 1988 (edited June 2026)
Curridabat, Costa RicaPart of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988
9.927128-84.082012 San Jose, Costa Rica #1988 #astronomyMetaphor #awe #Beauty #blackVelvetSky #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #Courage #CreativeWriting #dreamers #Dreaming #earthAndHeaven #HereAreSomeWordPressTagsForThePoemSoddenAstronomer #Hope #Imagination #jewelsInTheDarkness #lookingUp #mudAndStars #mysticalPoetry #night #NightSky #poeticImage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Risk #SpiritualReflection #stargazing #stars #symbolicPoetry #walkingByFaith #wetFeet #Wonder #wonderAndCaution #Writing -
"I never wonder at the bread-dog night."
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"I never wonder at the bread-dog night."
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"I never wonder at the bread-dog night."
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"I never wonder at the bread-dog night."
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Learning to Look Closer #2: Just Outside the Window
My nephew was standing at the window this morning when a tiny robber fly flew up to the glass. For a minute, it almost seemed like they were entertaining each other. It would fly away, then come back again, hovering just long enough to catch his attention. Every time it returned, he lit up a little more. Then it landed. I grabbed my phone, quietly walked over, and snapped a single picture through the window. One click. That was all I got. As soon as the photo was taken, it lifted off […]https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/22/learning-to-look-closer-2-just-outside-the-window/
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Learning to Look Closer #2: Just Outside the Window
My nephew was standing at the window this morning when a tiny robber fly flew up to the glass. For a minute, it almost seemed like they were entertaining each other. It would fly away, then come back again, hovering just long enough to catch his attention. Every time it returned, he lit up a little more. Then it landed. I grabbed my phone, quietly walked over, and snapped a single picture through the window. One click. That was all I got. As soon as the photo was taken, it lifted off […]https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/22/learning-to-look-closer-2-just-outside-the-window/
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Learning to Look Closer #2: Just Outside the Window
My nephew was standing at the window this morning when a tiny robber fly flew up to the glass. For a minute, it almost seemed like they were entertaining each other. It would fly away, then come back again, hovering just long enough to catch his attention. Every time it returned, he lit up a little more. Then it landed. I grabbed my phone, quietly walked over, and snapped a single picture through the window. One click. That was all I got. As soon as the photo was taken, it lifted off […]https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/22/learning-to-look-closer-2-just-outside-the-window/
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Learning to Look Closer #2: Just Outside the Window
My nephew was standing at the window this morning when a tiny robber fly flew up to the glass. For a minute, it almost seemed like they were entertaining each other. It would fly away, then come back again, hovering just long enough to catch his attention. Every time it returned, he lit up a little more. Then it landed. I grabbed my phone, quietly walked over, and snapped a single picture through the window. One click. That was all I got. As soon as the photo was taken, it lifted off […]https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/22/learning-to-look-closer-2-just-outside-the-window/
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Learning to Look Closer #2: Just Outside the Window
My nephew was standing at the window this morning when a tiny robber fly flew up to the glass. For a minute, it almost seemed like they were entertaining each other. It would fly away, then come back again, hovering just long enough to catch his attention. Every time it returned, he lit up a little more. Then it landed. I grabbed my phone, quietly walked over, and snapped a single picture through the window. One click. That was all I got. As soon as the photo was taken, it lifted off […]https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/22/learning-to-look-closer-2-just-outside-the-window/
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing every mile.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/19/the-weight-of-wonder/
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing every mile.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/19/the-weight-of-wonder/
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing every mile.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/19/the-weight-of-wonder/
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing every mile.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/19/the-weight-of-wonder/
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing every mile.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/19/the-weight-of-wonder/
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What Endures: What Sam Neill Helped Me Remember
I thought I was mourning an actor. Instead, I found myself remembering the child who believed dinosaurs could inspire a lifetime of questions.
Coral fossil at Thacher State Park, NYThe passing of Sam Neill hit me harder than I expected.
I’ve mourned musicians before. There’s something uniquely heartbreaking about realizing you’ll never hear a new song in their voice again. But this was the first time I’d experienced something similar with an actor, and it surprised me.
So I decided to sit quietly with what I was feeling instead of trying to explain it away.
After all, this was someone I’d never met. I knew him only through the characters he brought to life on screen—most notably Dr. Alan Grant in Jurassic Park, one of my favorite films of all time.
As I sat with those emotions, I realized something unexpected.
I wasn’t truly sad.
I was deeply emotional.
There is a difference.
The emotion wasn’t coming from the loss of someone I knew personally.
It came from the memories his work awakened.
The child who spent hours fascinated by dinosaurs, lying on the bedroom floor while my father read dinosaur books to me.
The teenager who read Jurassic Park during the first week of August 1992…
The young woman who saw the film the week it was released…
I realized I wasn’t only remembering a movie.
I was remembering wonder.
Glacial Striations. Black Mountain, NYSBy the age of three, I was completely obsessed with dinosaurs. I would share facts and ridiculously long, unpronounceable names with anyone who would listen, becoming a walking dinosaur encyclopedia.
My father nurtured that curiosity. He read dinosaur books with me, and my shelves gradually filled with dinosaur books and fossils. My parents even took me to the American Museum of Natural History in New York City so I could stand beneath the dinosaur skeletons I’d only seen in books. My Dad took me to see Baby: Secret of the Lost Legend, a movie about dinosaurs surviving in a hidden corner of the world. Then there was the legend of the Loch Ness Monster. To my childhood mind, none of it seemed impossible. The world still felt wonderfully mysterious.
My love for dinosaurs persisted, though my obsession waned until 1992, when I spotted a white paperback book with a black T. rex skeleton on the cover titled Jurassic Park while vacationing in Maine. Without a second thought, I claimed that book as my own, and within three days on the beach, I’d devoured the entire story. A year later, when the movie was released, I saw it during its first week in theaters—and then again and again. I must have seen Jurassic Park at least three times on the big screen. The wonder inspired by Michael Crichton’s story and brought to life by Sam Neill’s portrayal of Dr. Alan Grant became another step on the path that eventually led me toward a career in geology.
Author on Prospect Mountian TrailAs I revisited Jurassic Park the other night in honor of Sam Neill, I found myself waiting for one particular scene. It’s the moment when Dr. Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm, and John Hammond are driving through the park. Ellie notices a leaf from a plant that should have been extinct for millions of years. Alan isn’t looking at the leaf anymore. He’s already frozen, staring into the distance.
Every time I watch it, I cry.
It isn’t because of the dinosaurs.
This time I finally understood why.
It’s because of what that moment represents.
Can you imagine devoting your life to studying something you’ve only known through fossils, books, and imagination—and then suddenly finding yourself standing before it, alive?
The emotions I felt at the passing of Sam Neill weren’t simply about losing an actor. They were about honoring the child who lay on the bedroom floor listening to dinosaur stories, the teenager who couldn’t put Jurassic Park down, and the woman who still looks at the world with the same wide-eyed curiosity. Maybe that’s the quiet gift this experience offered me—not a reminder of what I’d lost, but a reminder of what has endured. That child is still very much present. She just asks different questions now.
The little things don’t make life smaller. They make life deeper.
We often think memories belong to us alone. But sometimes they have caretakers—books, films, songs, voices, and people we’ve never met. When one of those caretakers is gone, the memories don’t disappear. They simply ask us to hold them ourselves.
Adirondack MountiansSometimes I wonder if we’re not only mourning a person. Perhaps we’re mourning the version of ourselves that first met them—the dreams they inspired, the season of life they became part of, and the quiet goodness they reflected back to us.
Maybe I wasn’t mourning an actor after all.
Maybe I was remembering wonder.
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What Endures: What Sam Neill Helped Me Remember
I thought I was mourning an actor. Instead, I found myself remembering the child who believed dinosaurs could inspire a lifetime of questions.
Coral fossil at Thacher State Park, NYThe passing of Sam Neill hit me harder than I expected.
I’ve mourned musicians before. There’s something uniquely heartbreaking about realizing you’ll never hear a new song in their voice again. But this was the first time I’d experienced something similar with an actor, and it surprised me.
So I decided to sit quietly with what I was feeling instead of trying to explain it away.
After all, this was someone I’d never met. I knew him only through the characters he brought to life on screen—most notably Dr. Alan Grant in Jurassic Park, one of my favorite films of all time.
As I sat with those emotions, I realized something unexpected.
I wasn’t truly sad.
I was deeply emotional.
There is a difference.
The emotion wasn’t coming from the loss of someone I knew personally.
It came from the memories his work awakened.
The child who spent hours fascinated by dinosaurs, lying on the bedroom floor while my father read dinosaur books to me.
The teenager who read Jurassic Park during the first week of August 1992…
The young woman who saw the film the week it was released…
I realized I wasn’t only remembering a movie.
I was remembering wonder.
Glacial Striations. Black Mountain, NYSBy the age of three, I was completely obsessed with dinosaurs. I would share facts and ridiculously long, unpronounceable names with anyone who would listen, becoming a walking dinosaur encyclopedia.
My father nurtured that curiosity. He read dinosaur books with me, and my shelves gradually filled with dinosaur books and fossils. My parents even took me to the American Museum of Natural History in New York City so I could stand beneath the dinosaur skeletons I’d only seen in books. My Dad took me to see Baby: Secret of the Lost Legend, a movie about dinosaurs surviving in a hidden corner of the world. Then there was the legend of the Loch Ness Monster. To my childhood mind, none of it seemed impossible. The world still felt wonderfully mysterious.
My love for dinosaurs persisted, though my obsession waned until 1992, when I spotted a white paperback book with a black T. rex skeleton on the cover titled Jurassic Park while vacationing in Maine. Without a second thought, I claimed that book as my own, and within three days on the beach, I’d devoured the entire story. A year later, when the movie was released, I saw it during its first week in theaters—and then again and again. I must have seen Jurassic Park at least three times on the big screen. The wonder inspired by Michael Crichton’s story and brought to life by Sam Neill’s portrayal of Dr. Alan Grant became another step on the path that eventually led me toward a career in geology.
Author on Prospect Mountian TrailAs I revisited Jurassic Park the other night in honor of Sam Neill, I found myself waiting for one particular scene. It’s the moment when Dr. Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm, and John Hammond are driving through the park. Ellie notices a leaf from a plant that should have been extinct for millions of years. Alan isn’t looking at the leaf anymore. He’s already frozen, staring into the distance.
Every time I watch it, I cry.
It isn’t because of the dinosaurs.
This time I finally understood why.
It’s because of what that moment represents.
Can you imagine devoting your life to studying something you’ve only known through fossils, books, and imagination—and then suddenly finding yourself standing before it, alive?
The emotions I felt at the passing of Sam Neill weren’t simply about losing an actor. They were about honoring the child who lay on the bedroom floor listening to dinosaur stories, the teenager who couldn’t put Jurassic Park down, and the woman who still looks at the world with the same wide-eyed curiosity. Maybe that’s the quiet gift this experience offered me—not a reminder of what I’d lost, but a reminder of what has endured. That child is still very much present. She just asks different questions now.
The little things don’t make life smaller. They make life deeper.
We often think memories belong to us alone. But sometimes they have caretakers—books, films, songs, voices, and people we’ve never met. When one of those caretakers is gone, the memories don’t disappear. They simply ask us to hold them ourselves.
Adirondack MountiansSometimes I wonder if we’re not only mourning a person. Perhaps we’re mourning the version of ourselves that first met them—the dreams they inspired, the season of life they became part of, and the quiet goodness they reflected back to us.
Maybe I wasn’t mourning an actor after all.
Maybe I was remembering wonder.
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we are old enough
we are old enough
#bioengineered #CostaRica #dailyPost #delicious #enough #extraSweet #firstTime #fruit #genes #geneticallyModified #human #invention #lessAcidic #lycopene #old #oldEnough #pineapple #pinkPineapple #pinkglow #PinkglowPineapple #poem #poetry #postaday #RoséPineapple #tanka #waka #why #wonder #young #youngEnough
to have seen a pink pineapple
and young enough to
have seen it for the very first
time, and still, wondering why
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Celebrity Chef Esther Choi Teams Up With Wonder To Create Limited-Time Korean-Inspired Menu
Wonder is teaming up with Chef Esther Choi, on a limited-time menu collaboration. Wonder Many know Chef Esther…
#EuropeSays #Korea #KR #Americans #Esther #EstherChoi #Korean #Wonder
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There are three types of #Baseball #Players: Those who make it happen, those who watch it happen and those who #wonder what happens.
-- #TommyLasorda
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There are three types of #Baseball #Players: Those who make it happen, those who watch it happen and those who #wonder what happens.
-- #TommyLasorda
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There are three types of #Baseball #Players: Those who make it happen, those who watch it happen and those who #wonder what happens.
-- #TommyLasorda
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There are three types of #Baseball #Players: Those who make it happen, those who watch it happen and those who #wonder what happens.
-- #TommyLasorda
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#WryTart #sisAes #1n5po #AIartsIE #w1Fey #comicpanels #comic #pink #fairies #magic #magical #aiart #aiimages #DolaAI #sciencefiction #scifi #fairytaleforadults #wonder #beautiful #beautyintheunexpected #beautyinart #beautifulminded #beautifulminds
A little dream
Of a continuing Faith
For a better future -
#WryTart #sisAes #1n5po #AIartsIE #w1Fey #comicpanels #comic #pink #fairies #magic #magical #aiart #aiimages #DolaAI #sciencefiction #scifi #fairytaleforadults #wonder #beautiful #beautyintheunexpected #beautyinart #beautifulminded #beautifulminds
A little dream
Of a continuing Faith
For a better future -
#WryTart #sisAes #1n5po #AIartsIE #w1Fey #comicpanels #comic #pink #fairies #magic #magical #aiart #aiimages #DolaAI #sciencefiction #scifi #fairytaleforadults #wonder #beautiful #beautyintheunexpected #beautyinart #beautifulminded #beautifulminds
A little dream
Of a continuing Faith
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Recovering Wonder, Living in the Fullness of God by K. Paul Dawson goes live on 7/27
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/ogNRr28XApQ Faith was never meant to shrink to routines you can schedule and outcomes you can guarantee. Recovering Wonder is for anyone who’s been running hard, controlling, avoiding, optimizing and still feels the ground shifting beneath them. This isn’t a book about trying harder. It’s God’s invitation to a larger faith: one that makes room for mystery, holy disruption, and the kind of awe that changes how you see everything. Living in God’s […] -
Recovering Wonder, Living in the Fullness of God by K. Paul Dawson goes live on 7/27
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/ogNRr28XApQ Faith was never meant to shrink to routines you can schedule and outcomes you can guarantee. Recovering Wonder is for anyone who’s been running hard, controlling, avoiding, optimizing and still feels the ground shifting beneath them. This isn’t a book about trying harder. It’s God’s invitation to a larger faith: one that makes room for mystery, holy disruption, and the kind of awe that changes how you see everything. Living in God’s […] -
The Artist From The Inside Out @artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com@artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com ·GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,when I was 8years old, GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jayhttps://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/09/glass-eyed-and-8-poetry-by-jay-2/
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The Artist From The Inside Out @artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com@artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com ·GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,when I was 8years old, GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jayhttps://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/09/glass-eyed-and-8-poetry-by-jay-2/
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The Artist From The Inside Out @artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com@artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com ·GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,when I was 8years old, GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jayhttps://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/09/glass-eyed-and-8-poetry-by-jay-2/
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The Artist From The Inside Out @artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com@artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com ·GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,when I was 8years old, GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jayhttps://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/09/glass-eyed-and-8-poetry-by-jay-2/
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The Artist From The Inside Out @artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com@artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com ·GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,when I was 8years old, GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jayhttps://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/09/glass-eyed-and-8-poetry-by-jay-2/
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Has anyone played #IAmDead on a video games console (it's an indie game, available for Nintendo, PlayStation, Xbox, probably Steam also)? #VideoGames #ComputerGames #Story #Afterlife #Limbo #Reincarnation #Death #Memory #Memories #Beauty #Wonder #Life #IsThatEnoughHashtags
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Quiet currents, or: Thin webbing
A Sijo
a child tests a toy flashlight against one thumb’s thin webbing; skin brightens to copper-red quiet currents seem to course; somewhere, beneath the sinking sun a dark hull glides through crimson hues
What Do You See 348
For WDYS, Sadje offers us a photo by Annie Spratt (Unsplash) of a silhouetted boat gliding across a calm river glowing red-orange beneath a sinking sun, while dark palms frame the horizon.
As always, Sadje is eagerly awaiting our responses!
Sijo?
A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near the middle, similar to a caesura, though the break need not be metrical. The first half of the line contains six to nine syllables; the second half should contain no fewer than five. Originally intended as songs, sijo can treat romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes. Whatever the subject, the first line introduces an idea or story, the second supplies a “turn,” and the third provides closure. Modern sijo are sometimes printed in six lines.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.
–Ben Harper (b. 1969)Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!
#Blood #Childhood #Imagination #Light #Perception #Poem #Poetry #Sijo #Sunset #Wonder -
Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/01/chapter-seven-return-to-wonder/
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Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/01/chapter-seven-return-to-wonder/
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Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/01/chapter-seven-return-to-wonder/
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Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/01/chapter-seven-return-to-wonder/
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Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/01/chapter-seven-return-to-wonder/
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#GoodMorningHorn and #HappyPrideMonthPeople...! #Everyone #KeepingCool...?
#MyLittleBigBuddy and I were having a #LittleThink last night... And...
#YouKnow what #LotRO also doesn't have, aside from:
• Any #Integrity;
• #ProfessionalCompetence; or
• An #Antonov-#AN225..?#LotRO also doesn't have any #BiscuitSalad...
#IT's a #Wonder anyone still #PlaysIT anymore...
🧙⚔️🤖🐺🤖⚔️🧙 | 🛫🍪🥗🦄🥗🍪🛬
#EuropeanServer #BeingEuropean #SomewhereInEurope #StayingEuropean #NoALTTextRequired #NoAgeVerificationRequired #TheInternetIsStillOn #WhateverHappenedToMastodonSocial #NoOneCares #TheFootballing #NotNewsTube #EUTube #PewPewPewTube #2026HappyPrideMonth #AnotherPrideMonth #BeMoreViking #BiscuitSalad
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George Pérez’s New Teen Titans Artist’s Edition Review
A massive,...#George Pérez #The New Teen Titans #New Teen Titans #Teen Titans #Marv Wolfman #Skybound #Act 4 Publishing #Image Comics #DC Comics #Artist’s Edition #George Pérez Artist’s Edition #Comic Crusaders Review #Comics Review #Classic Comics #Comic Book Art #Original Art #Cyborg #Starfire #Raven #Robin #Wonder Girl #Kid Flash #Beast Boy #Scott Dunbier #Serban Cristescu #George Pérez Tribute #Collectors Edition #Premium Comic Edition
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George Pérez’s New Teen Titans Artist’s Edition Review
A massive,...#George Pérez #The New Teen Titans #New Teen Titans #Teen Titans #Marv Wolfman #Skybound #Act 4 Publishing #Image Comics #DC Comics #Artist’s Edition #George Pérez Artist’s Edition #Comic Crusaders Review #Comics Review #Classic Comics #Comic Book Art #Original Art #Cyborg #Starfire #Raven #Robin #Wonder Girl #Kid Flash #Beast Boy #Scott Dunbier #Serban Cristescu #George Pérez Tribute #Collectors Edition #Premium Comic Edition
