Tag: musings
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 63
“In Februarywinter can sometimes lose her magicthe earth had stood frozen and coldand hard for nights and longer nightsand days and grey filled daysall the grass and all the dirt crunches beneath your salt-stained bootsand there is ice on the pavement and snow on top of itand snow and snow and snow” I wrote that…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 62
I haven’t done one of these Saturday Morning Posts in a while. Originally, I was going to do a Wednesday post. I’m deep in the editing swamps, and I had a lot of “editing” thoughts on my mind, so I thought I would write something like, “things to look for when editing – including bilocating…
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I only come out during Halloween at midnight
(Once more I come back to apologize for not posting consistently. I also have dropped the ball on Instagram once again, but I have “thoughts” on that, and I also have like commented and….two people’s blog this month. Sorry guys. This year has been very wonky for me but that’s a whole other post.) I’m…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 61
1. September 22nd. It’s officially fall. And it couldn’t be a better first, fall morning at 8am. It’s dark and deeply overcast. It’s cool, and already there are brown leaves scattered across the lawn. The rain is steady, soft drifts of it coming down. It patters with a metallic thunk on the cars, drips and…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 60
1. I think contentedness is better than happiness. Or maybe I simple prefer the word content to happy. Both are emotions. But happiness evokes a evokes a certain vibe, a style, an emotion that demands certain mannerisms. Happiness is energy. Happiness is yellow. Happiness can feel frail, always on the verge of flying away, forgetting…
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thoughts from a writer melted by summer
Summer 2020 sucked. Summer 2021 has sucked in its own way too, not least because of the constant cycle of disasters world over and the stream of bad news. Though we may not have had murder hornets this year, we did have people trying to convince us to eat cicadas. The amount of creativity I’ve…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 59
It’s a clear morning, and it’s cool. There are no clouds in the sky, except for thin ones low on the horizon, sitting behind the trees like mist. A crow calls. Bugs hum and chirp in the branches, making the air vibrate with sound, a reminder that it is in fact still summer, though it…
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a fall mood blog for all us freaks buying pumpkins in august
I uh….love fall (on the Buzzfeed quiz I got 100% autumn) If I could enter through a pumpkin portal into a perpetually fall world, I would and I would stay there (with an occasional vacation because I also like being warm). (Also, please understand that though my love for fall is endless and knows no…
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Saturday Morning Post Vol. 58
1. 4th of July weekend. The lake is wild today, white caps topping the waves like thick oil paint. The water itself is nearly three different colors, dark grey, green, and bright blue, as if the wind is mixing the water up and dividing it. Back across the road, they are setting up a carnival.…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 57
1. It’s super duper windy today at the lake. In general it’s been very windy lately. I like wind. I like watching the trees bend and seeing the leaves fold over themselves, like they’re ducking for cover. Strong wind feels like a warning, and a lot of times it is. If anything in nature could…
Bernadette Benda 