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Listen Carefully, Spend Wisely

Colm Doherty: I just have this tremendous sense of time slipping away from me, Pádraic. And I think I need to spend the time I have left thinking and composing. Just trying not to listen to any more of the dull things that you have to say for yourself.Pádraic Súlleabhain: Are you dying?Colm Doherty: No,…

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Here in My Mold

‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, that’s lifeTryna make ends meetYou’re a slave to money then you dieI’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been downYou know the one that takes you to the placesWhere all the veins meet yeahNo change, I can changeI can change, I can changeBut I’m here in my moldI…

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Into My Arms

And I don’t believe in the existence of angelsBut looking at you I wonder if that’s trueBut if I did I would summon them togetherAnd ask them to watch over youTo each burn a candle for youTo make bright and clear your pathAnd to walk, like Christ, in grace and loveAnd guide you into my…

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Today, as Forever

“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.” – Carl Sagan I met an old friend at the airport, both of us heading for the same plane, and we caught up on each other’s lives until we boarded the plane and went our separate ways on the other end…

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Breaking Garden (and Life) Rules

I regularly break the accepted rules of gardening. Rules like putting the tall plants in the back of the garden. But when something like a balloon flower (Platycodon grandiflorus) or bee balm (Monarda) are shoved way to the back you lose something intimate that you gain when they’re right in your face. So my apologies…