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Four and Twenty

January 6, 2011 in Reflections

When she goes down to the parking lot to smoke a cigarette, a huge black bumblebee comes to hover over her lidless coffee cup, then veers straight at her face and she steps back fast out of its way. It’s flying in frantic circles, and its wingspan seems larger than normal. It lacks that pudgy baby look of the usual big black bumblebee, so much so that she begins to think maybe it isn’t a bee at all, but an impossibly tiny hummingbird, or maybe an even more impossibly tiny blackbird.

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And I Shall Be Doing Very Little Today

January 1, 2011 in Reflections

Urgh. I hate New Year’s Eve. Which is a problem if you stay in Scotland, because thanks to Burns and other associated heavy-drinking men of letters, New Year’s Eve is intertwined with Scottish culture the way Mickey Mouse is intertwined with the history of animated mice.

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Taps

September 12, 2010 in Reflections

The worst moment of the memorial service for the victims of September 11th, 2001, is the playing of “Taps.” A tune created during The Civil War, as a bugle call to signal “lights out,” it has since become a standard to be played at the end of both military and non-military funeral services.

It is not enough that it is played, but played in a syncopated fashion, multiple buglers sending the somber notes over the remains of the World Trade Center site, to fall lightly on those assembled below. The notes mix with the wind and the air that holds the memories of those who died that day, and it as if their voices are reflected in the solemn notes, reverberating like an ethereal chorus amidst the buildings. It breaks the hardness of even the hardest heart, to feel this melody waft along, encompassing one like a blanket of sorrow.

No matter what may happen at the site from now far into the future, let the playing of “Taps” continue to bring voice to the innocent victims, and continue to stir our hearts to feel the sorrow and grief, lest we forget.

The Detox Diaries, Part 1

January 30, 2010 in Detox Diaries, Drugs, Rants, Reflections

I wish I were writing this as I was sitting in a spa in Costa Rica sipping some fruity concoction after my seaweed wrap – waiting for my sliced papaya – while Lupe gives me reflexology and Juan Carlos rubs my shoulders.  Oh, if it were only about my skin or my weight. Actually, I have been staying close to home (which is full of cat hair and crap Mr. Hagen & I never seem to throw out in a freezing January) detoxing from DRUGS!

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I Am Reflecting On Watching The Big Plane Take Off Yesterday

December 16, 2009 in Reflections

Now that I have a few minutes to myself – I have to iron some curtains, you see, and that takes me forever – I just had a momentary reminder of watching the big plane take off yesterday when I read the comments on the post about me watching the big plane take off. The big plane certainly did take off, and it looked quite graceful doing it. But I find today seems to be much the same as always. The joy of watching the big plane take off was short-lived.

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