by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Celebrate Life. On Friday I became one of 169,000 special people. The morning was routine. I checked out of the Radisson, caught the shuttle to ELP International Airport, checked two bags at the ticket counter, completed the TSA ritual, and walked to the end of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. Poets paint with words Words form images my eyes can’t see breathe my thoughts to life and nourish my soul Words sing tunes I’ve not learned dance strange rhythms in my feet and pierce ignorance with light Words wrap ’round me like a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Spiritual Journey: Special Days Sunday. The first day of the week. Always a new beginning. Sundays always have been and always will be a special day for me. A day different from all the other days of the week. A day to join with others in song and prayer and scripture...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life Monday is fading, and there is only one word for this one. Busy. I’m catching a morning flight tomorrow and will be out of my office all week. I will be away from home all week. It is the last day of the month. First quarter reports had to be...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. Today… I sat at my desk wond’ring What happened to spring? Winter claimed a late fling And… Just when I thought spring had arrived, with a bling summer came on its wing Or has it? -Alice Nine . I have been...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. I have been pairing quotes about poetry with images to celebrate poetry for the month of April. #NPM2018. Today’s quote is “Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead.” When I read Seamus Heaney’s words, I immediately...
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