by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
On this first Sunday of 2021, I’m speaking to myself (actually, commanding myself) with the words of the psalmist– Bless the Lord, O my soul; And all that is within me, Bless His holy name! (Psalms 103) I am committed to awaken each day with these words in...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 17 I had finished mysecond coffee bythe time the sun rosein flaming colors acrossthe southeast sky. All morning I watched it cast the long shadows of our northwest winter. In the afternoon I walked to my daughter’s house. Brown leaves,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, Indexed |
Celebrate this Week In the morning. I am enjoying a brilliantly sunny, blue-sky, green-trees, summerishly warm morning. Who knew it would jump from highs in the mid-50s to the highs in the 80s in less than 24 hours? We slept with the windows open and a fan running...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : August 26, 2016. I never tire of the quiet peace of the early morning hour with its sleepy rhythms and sweet freshness. It is about that hour — when one day fades to a memory and the next has not yet begun — that I write. In the early...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
#SOL16. No.31. SUNRISE SUNSET . . . the bookends of my days . . . Watching the sun rise and set from a window in the sky is a normal routine in my life. You see, I travel thousands of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom, Literacy |
#SOL16. No.19. True story! Once I watched the sun rise in the west. The sun had barely set and dusk was descending when I boarded a commuter flight out of Portland. I was on my way to catch a cross-country red-eye out of Seattle. As we lifted into our takeoff, I...
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