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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing on the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: Nature

A Walk to Point San Simeon

March 19, 2015

Recently my husband and I and friends took our dogs walking out to Point San Simeon, just below Hearst Castle …

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Walking in a Green-Winter Wonderland

February 1, 2015

Here on the central coast of California, we look forward to a green, rather than white, Christmas. While we love …

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Dawkins and the Wonder of It All

January 26, 2015

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it no one thinks to …

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Happiness Like Holiness

December 4, 2014

I’ve been ill–nothing serious–but lying in bed day after day, even surrounded by good books, tends toward melancholy. Reading Mary …

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Growing Up in a Haunted House

October 28, 2014

Last October I posted a series of true life tales about the hauntings, ghosts, and demons I experienced growing up, …

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Downward into Darkness on Extended Wings

October 19, 2014

Wallace Stevens’ poem “Sunday Morning” ends with these lines: We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old …

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Making Music Wherever We Go – The Rhymes and Rhythms that Move Us

August 3, 2014

Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a fine horse. Rings on her fingers …

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The Slant of Afternoon, Playing with Light

July 10, 2014

A notebook full of poetry I had worked on for years has disappeared. Vanished. Many of the poems I never …

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On Herds, Husbands & Riffing on Writing

June 30, 2014

Serendipity, it’s sometimes called. Those happy coincidences that lead to some unexpected pleasure or insight. Or synchronicity. Those meaningful encounters …

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Dreaming of Death—Oops, Bears

May 21, 2014

I’m going to die. Soon. That’s what I thought, waking one morning, remembering three distinct dreams, each in which I …

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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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