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This morning after Qi Gong, I told Jim, “I write my column today and my mind is blank. ”
“Easy,” his reply. “Write about purple.”
We were beneath the Jacaranda, which this week is a purple umbrella, sheltering 50 shades of birds burying their heads in each blossom, milking the honey-nectar.
In that disconnected way that one thought leads to another, I knew that what I really wanted to write about is my simple life.
“Jim, the more I pare down my life, the more important small things become. I see little things, always there, that I wouldn’t have noticed when I was so bu...
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