The Shattered Beauty

These have been by my side door for a few weeks…gently and intentionally placed there by my daughter’s boyfriend. “I found these in the yard,” he shouted one morning when he was visiting a few weeks ago. “Aren’t they beautiful? So weird the scattered glass and clay out there in the dirt. I wonder how […]

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Who Owns the Story?

I’ve walked by this house dozens of times, but for some reason, yesterday, I noticed the upturned, rusted, old red wagon. Who owned it? Where are they now? Was it a Christmas gift brought in by Santa? Did it bring delight? Do the wheels still turn? How many children enjoyed it? Why wasn’t it tossed […]

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Letting Go

Sometimes I feel like a stranger in my own life. Like, who is this person emerging…showing up in the desert, this small town, the sunrise and the sunset. I’m beginning to wonder if maybe there’s something to be learned here that can be integrated anywhere. Why wait? Why blame? Why not “be” with the swirling […]

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Balancing the Coin

Last night, I went to dinner with a woman who moved to Marfa from Mexico when she was 12…she and her 9 brothers and sisters…along with her mom and dad. Her mom was a US citizen (Mexican descent) and her Dad was from Mexico. She raised her kids in and around Marfa. Her daughter joined […]

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Morning in Marfa

I hear the wind as she passes over the tree, the screen door and the windows’ edges. I hear the train as he moves stealthily through the morning night. I am awake. I sit on the futon in this small living room. The dogs sleep next to me. The candles burn. I write these words […]

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Not Waving Feels Wrong

A few semi-humorous, non-essential-to-the-world’s-advancement observations this morning: 1. There’s cold and then there’s COLD. Yesterday the temperature was about 24 degrees. Nothing for you Northerners, I know. But add 20 to 30 mph steady-non-stop-persistent-no-trees-or-buildings-or-anything-to-block-it winds and it’s a whole other level. Even my dogs didn’t want to go out. 2. I’m experiencing time in a […]

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