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Philosophy

My humble thoughts on the meaning of life, how to live deeper, love better, and all that whatnot.

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Fear isn’t a negative

With our most recent drama there’s been many a conversation of late about courage with, well, just about everyone.  For those that asked me my opinion I would tell them that I think courage isn’t about not feeling afraid, it’s about feeling afraid and doing it anyway.  Fear is just meant to be a safety-check, …

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Category: Nostalgia, PhilosophyTag: courage, facing fear, kidney donor, Yes and Yes

The Things People Say

I don’t know if my husband knows it but when we first started dating he had competition, a very sweet friend of a friend. One night I picked up a phone call from the hospital, calling to see if I was free to come in and interpret in the Emergency Room. When I arrived it quickly …

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Category: Nostalgia, PhilosophyTag: courage, family, kidney donor, Love

My Brother’s Keeper

Each finger ached. My hands were full with grocery bags: peppers, broccoli, squash, beans, soap, coffee, sausage, and all the other things that we need for a week. My eyes and mind were focused on my destination a few blocks away. He stepped into my path and asked me a question. He was tiny–not even …

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Category: Philosophy, Socio-PoliticalTag: charity, culture, first-world problem, rural life

Why your children will be little copies of you–whether you like it or not

One of the cutest things I have overheard this week (and with three small kids at the farm, there’s lots of cute) was little Anésio learning to shout “Ayyyi!” in proper cowboy style at the correct crescendos of a musica serteneja song. As of yesterday Anésio (age 2)–god love him–digs this art form that involves shouting …

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Category: Nostalgia, Philosophy, Socio-PoliticalTag: child-raising, children, culture

Pledge

I pledge allegiance to the faults in my unified human state and to the humility for which they stand one person flawed under god with beauty and simplicity for all.

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Category: Philosophy, PoetryTag: happiness, letting go, poetry

10 Skills I Will Teach My Children

As we work to fix up and give new life to the family farm where we live, I realize that a lot of our success is due to our accumulated skills. I get the impression that a lot of observers in the community think that it is because we came back with lots of American …

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Category: Nostalgia, PhilosophyTag: child-raising, family, homesteading, lessons-learned

Rorschach

(This post was published accidentally about a week ago before it was complete.  The mistake was quickly corrected, but some people got a 404 error as a result.  Sorry for the confusion!  Here it is in its finished state.) Without language, we strip human interaction down to it’s most basic. I find I learn a lot …

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Category: Comedic, Nostalgia, PhilosophyTag: first impressions, language, portañol

Killing Day

I pile brush under a sky pewter gray. Vultures circle overhead over the field one hill away where a cow past her prime is being laid to rest. Beef which forms income to purchase the next generation. I pile brush dry and crackling so that we can burn it; hours of labor gone in fiery …

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Category: Nostalgia, Philosophy, PoetryTag: cows, nature, rural life

Hands

My hands have blisters in the most incredible places. The tip of my pinky, the edge of my palm, along my heart line, two in the moon of my index. Each has a name, like constellations: the mark of the hoe the scythe the pickaxe the wheelbarrow the shovel. My lover is dismayed. He cups …

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Category: Nostalgia, Philosophy, PoetryTag: Blisters, Love

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