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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Mary Oliver, Washed in Light

January 20, 2019

One of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver, died last week. I do not have the words to tell you how …

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Three to Share: Beauty, Art, Place

January 7, 2019

I love discovering new blogs that inspire me and want to share three, among many, that I discovered this past …

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2018 – A Look Back, a Look Forward

December 31, 2018

The end of a year always signals a kind of reckoning for me, the urge to look back and assess …

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10,000 Thank-You’s! A Blogging Milepost

December 16, 2018

I have so many things to be grateful for, not least among them the ten-thousand people who, for whatever reason, …

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A Happy Ending for My Novel? For My Son?

December 2, 2018

One of the publishers we sent my novel to wants a rewrite of the ending. While their readers said they …

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Pied Beauty, Poem & Paintings

November 19, 2018

Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a …

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New Paintings, the Folding Hills of California

November 11, 2018

I’ve long loved the way the rolling hills along the coast of California fold together and overlap, the sensuality of …

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True Tales Growing Up in a Haunted House

October 27, 2018

Have you ever had any ghostly encounters? Each year around this time, I like to reblog a series of tales …

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“Something in This Sleeping Earth” – Two by Whyte, One by Fiske

October 18, 2018

All My Body Calls All my body calls for something in this sleeping earth we call the spirit. But how …

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The Poetics of Place: Redwood Speech,Watershed Prayers

September 2, 2018

“I want to see our words jump off the ground, erupt from a sensual earth, musty, humid, gritty. I want …

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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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