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Tom Johnson-Medland
Author-Preneur / Hospice Director
Author-Preneur / Hospice Director
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Chapter Two of CLOSE AT BAY is posted.
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Fire Smoke
Leaving by the ambling roads - coasting down from the mountain poor homes along the rivulets and hollers I find solace in the pleasant and classless smell of fire smoke. It hangs in the air of the villages - above each home wealthy or not. It is this string...
Fire Smoke
Fire Smoke
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True Work of Gravity
Evaporation is pulling desperately at the river; trying with great clumps of success to undo the true work of gravity holding her in her courses through the ranges and lowlands to the sea.
True Work of Gravity
True Work of Gravity
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Inbetween Places
Can you  find   a  stillness   in  the  inbetween   places ,  the  spaces  where  two  things  just about  come   together ,  the  amidness  of  two  mountains covered   in a  river  of  journeying   time . There the  chaos  must be  turned   to  dancing  i...
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In The Quiet
It is in the quiet of the evening reaches just beyond the space where orange and yellow light transfix themselves to the eye of the soul; just below metaphor and simile. That place where all things come to merge; the confluence of all that is. In that place...
In The Quiet
In The Quiet
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Innuendo and Inference
It is the way the land slopes so swiftly up - to the heights in sharp and colossal geologic lifts - angainst all likelihood and supposing; innuendo and inference of tectonic birthing - mountains rising from the basin of the valley who tenderly sleeps cradli...
Innuendo and Inference
Innuendo and Inference
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Sometimes
Sometimes there are strands, or roots, or fibers of a thing - growing over; from one side of life to the next; connecting the inside and the outside; the up and the down pieces that don't get counted in the equation. That way she was treated as a child; tha...
Sometimes
Sometimes
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We Hold This Stillness
We hold this living stillness between us - together. Somewhere in amid our hearts, and minds, and souls and bodies. It lingers in the air just above the chairs upon which we sit in our Quaker Meeting silence of the morn. Outside the Meeting birds are readyi...
We Hold This Stillness
We Hold This Stillness
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The Aroma Over Time
There is an historic and ancestral sense to the drinking of coffee and tea that binds the participant to a long line of coffee and tea drinkers over time. A beverage lineage if you will. Some from this clan sat writing in cafes along great rivers, others ...
The Aroma Over Time
The Aroma Over Time
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