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The other morning I woke up just as the sun was stretching its arms and reaching above the horizon. Padding into the living room and curling up on the sofa with my coffee, I gleefully pushed back the blinds to bathe...
Dreams + Waking State = Poetry
March 20, 2015 in It is what it is - opinion column | Comments (0)
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Several days ago I wrote this post noting that I’d been having trouble remembering my dreams. While I’ve not been as diligent about my morning pages as I had hoped, I have been meditating both first thing in the morning as well as another...
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