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(just??) breathing
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Britton Gildersleeve
Today’s meditation focus was why do I do this? Really. Why sit? Why watch my breath? Why let noises come & go, feelings rise and fall, in rhythm (if I’m lucky!) with my breath? Why on earth would anyone take minutes from a hectic schedule (even in retirement!) and do this?? It’s a great question.…
Nimrod Saturday!
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Britton Gildersleeve
This is the weekend of the Nimrod conference for writers. AND it’s the ‘prequel’ to National Day on Writing. What serendipity, huh? The NDW’s theme is ‘write2connect,’ as I mentioned yesterday. And all day today, that’s what I did: connect. With writers, wanna-be writers, student writers, apprentice writers, and the readers who love us. Because…
writers’ weekend
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Britton Gildersleeve
This is a picture of an issue of my beloved Nimrod. It’s also (warning! self-advertising!) an issue I especially love, and not simply because I’m included within the pages. It’s one of my favourites because even when I was very young, I loved older people. My very best friends were my old ladies: my grandmothers,…
waiting (impatiently!) for the National Day on Writing
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Britton Gildersleeve
Sunday is one of my favourite days at any time — it’s the day when, if you’re working as a teacher, you’re (ideally!) caught up with your grading. Your household chores are sorta/kinda done. You can relax. Maybe. 🙂 But this coming Sunday I’m already getting ready for. It’s the National Day on Writing, sponsored…
armadillo interlude
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Britton Gildersleeve
There is absolutely no serious reason for me to post this goofy clip of dueling armadillos. Except that I’m sick of the sequester, the shutdown, politics, and mean hateful people. Sometimes, you just need a break. Plus, armadillos are one of my favourite animals. For those of you who may agree, enjoy.
Yes, America, there IS a rape culture
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Britton Gildersleeve
When I first read the story of Daisy Coleman’s rape, I was so horrified and angry I didn’t notice where she came from. It was only after I read it a 2nd — or perhaps a 3rd time — that I realised: I know Maryville. I go there every summer, as guest editor for a…
hawk!
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Britton Gildersleeve
I wish I could say I took this picture. But I will say that the hawk sitting on my deck rail looked at me just like this before it flew off. I heard it call while writing at my desk yesterday, in the other room — an eerily high sound, nothing like its looks. The…
rescuing bees, even one by one
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Britton Gildersleeve
Yesterday I did my part for Save the Bees: I rescued one bee. Just one, at no risk to anything other than my sense of propriety (whatever that is!). Sitting at a two-top by a window, waiting for my sister to join me for lunch, I noticed a solitary honeybee caught against the window, gently…
happiness and our marvelous brain
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Britton Gildersleeve
I usually say the aim of life is to be happy. Our existence is based on hope. Our life is rooted in the opportunity to be happy, not necessarily wealthy, but happy within our own minds. If we only indulge in sensory pleasure, we’ll be little different from animals. In fact, we have this marvellous…
mammograms, gratitude, and ordinary life
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Britton Gildersleeve
Today was a good day. Even though — in part because of? — I had a mammogram. An aside: no woman in her right MIND enjoys a mammogram. But as the sister of a 13-year breast cancer survivor, I’m so very grateful for the process. And I’m grateful for being insured, since right-wing politics have…
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