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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Nature and Human Consciousness, No Separation

September 3, 2023

Every time I write about nature I get deep into human consciousness. You can’t really separate the two. There is …

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Vast Emptiness, Vastly Full

August 28, 2023

There are a few refrains that I turn to again and again when I want to get a clearer sense …

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Seamless Being, A Poem

August 20, 2023

Seamless Being I’m not sure what there is to say anymore about being me,Who I am-was-will-be.We flow together seamlesslyWithout end. …

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Dreaming Roses, Beauty Past Knowing

August 13, 2023

My roses are spent already this summer, and I miss them. Another summer not long ago I spend a day …

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Summering Upstream with Mary Oliver

August 8, 2023

Slowly this summer I’ve been reading and savoring Mary Oliver’s book of essays Upstream while sitting on my patio sipping …

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Discovering Sinead’s Music – Holy Rage & Sublime Divine

July 30, 2023

I’m a late arrival to the Sinead O’Conner lovefest. I’d heard of her, of course, seen the photos, snippets of …

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Hot Hills in Summer Heat, A Poem

July 23, 2023

Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …

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Blasts From the Past—Summer Bliss

July 2, 2023

When we swim we shed our higher consciousness, the complex, reasoning human organism, and remember, deep inside ourselves, the first …

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A Friend Meets Death, Full of Curiosity

June 18, 2023

Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …

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Truth & Beauty, My Flower Paintings

June 5, 2023

If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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