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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: miracles

When Every Cell Becomes a Miracle – Dancing on Ecstatic Toes

December 14, 2025

I’ve always loved Walt Whitman’s way of turning the mundane into a miracle, or seeing what’s marvelous in the everyday. …

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Nothing But Miracles in the Backyard & Beyond

April 14, 2025

This spring as I’m walking around the yard, capturing all the beauty I see on film, I’m reminded of Walt …

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I Know Nothing But Miracles

October 28, 2024

Miracles by Walt Whitman Why, who makes much of a miracle?As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether …

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Nothing But Miracles

May 7, 2017

  Miracles Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892 Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of …

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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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