Category Archives: Rictameter

A rictameter is a nine-line poem. Its pattern of syllables goes 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2. The first line and the nineth line must be the same.

Living the Questions

Living the questions requires the patience to embrace the unknowing and love the answers as they are revealed to you in the fullness of time and space. Do not search for answers. They are found in living. ************************************************************************** Inspired by … Continue reading

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Hide and Seek

Hidden beauty…wonders of nature tucked into obscure niches only revealed to one who can experience beauty as well as see it with their eyes. From the rest of the world such beauty remains hidden.

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Light for the Journey

Loving God, watch over all who travel today. In our life’s journeys, surround us with love and protection, lighting us to become beacons of inspiration to fully manifest your work of tender loving.

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Days Gone By

Longing for days gone by when life moved more slowly and attitudes were much gentler. Summer evenings were spent sipping cold drinks on the front porch, playing croquet in the yard, waiting for the ice cream truck… longing.

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Active Listening

Talking not listening in our conversations short circuits the relationships that sustain us as part of the network in which we are all embedded. With our hearts, we must hear when others are talking.

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Proud to be an American

Fireworks imitating nature’s fury in hot summer skies, celebrating the birthday and the freedom of a nation, proclaiming this privilege we hold dear.  Cherish freedom and enjoy the fireworks! ***************************** We spent the 4th of July in Greensboro, North Carolina … Continue reading

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Bittersweet Memories

Fireflies. Iridescent creatures of summer nights evoking memories of hours at twilight chasing tiny specks of light. Captured in a jar with a lid poked with holes, they glimmer with fleeting hope. Fireflies.

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Concealed Weapon

Power. Beneficial when used to do good things. But used as a means of control or to impose too much influence, it becomes a source of evil that creates a destructive imbalance of power.

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Common Ground

Hard work. Relationships demand perseverance and compromise to discover the threads that bind you together even when times are rough.  Brokenness comes when you are not willing to put in the hard work.

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Breaking Free

We hold ourselves hostage by decisions we make, unwise choices that lead us down wrong paths without any clear direction. How can we extricate ourselves? Sometimes it comes down to the faith and trust we hold.

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