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The Hippie Parade: The Tin Can Parade
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Monday, December 24, 2012. The Tin Can Parade. The water is shallow tonight. Muddy and almost warm, snaking by in slow motion. And the edge of the sky sways a little.just above the dark forest of skinny little cypress witch fingers.their knotted hands waving. It's a spooky little night. And a good one. On this silent night. You'll hear the the merry "clink" of wine glass to Beer Bottle. In my little hippie imagination. I have n...
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The Hippie Parade: The Afterglow......
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Sunday, November 11, 2012. I stand at the dirty edge of this tin can Paradise. And breathe differently than I have in forever,. Or maybe ever before. And the river flows north. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I believe in peace and love. Everything in between is just a road trip. View my complete profile. Singleton's good ole Hippie Art, Just Give Me Peace at Etsy. Just Give Me Peace.com. Just Give Me Peace.com.
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The Hippie Parade: Can you see me now?
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Tuesday, May 21, 2013. Can you see me now? You're standing on my doorstep. January rain dripping down your nose. And not at all,. At your totally o kay ness with just parachuting right back into my world. Half a dozen years older. I offer you coffee and you'd rather a beer. And I know then what I knew all along. You're more fun after 5 o'clock. And in my imagination. But, I see you now. Words and artwork (C) Singleton. From Mai...
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The Hippie Parade: Coffee with one sugar and all my Dreams
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Friday, April 12, 2013. Coffee with one sugar and all my Dreams. And the sky sits low,. Crawling just above the ground. Gray and damp,. Wheezing like an old dog. Curled on his muddy backdoor rug. And yet, it's delightful. Something about it is Old Soul. Comfortable. Familiar. I park my crickety old self on the park bench and sip coffee in the quiet just outside my door. I breathe better here. Under the simple skies. 8 mile love...
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The Hippie Parade: And We Painted the sky......
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Friday, September 06, 2013. And We Painted the sky. They dipped the socks into the paintbucket,. Pudgy little fingers stirring wildly with. Making mud the color of a thousand eyes. When we flipped the bucket upside down and a dozen psychedelic snakes slipped out. Their laughter rocked my world. This is the music the God's listen to. The Sky and the clothesline on a sweet Summer evening, tye dying with little ones at the river.
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The Hippie Parade: December 2014
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Tuesday, December 02, 2014. It's raining Christmas, karma, and kindred spirits. And "Fine, just fine, and how's your wife doing these days, and the dog, and the flowers you planted in the spring? Another blessed everyday moment in this Gift of Life. She was right. A gift of love, of sharing, of embracing, of dancing in a Moon Circle.was wrapped tightly in the decorated, stamped, addressed to ME box, and when I opened it...PS: Y...
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The Hippie Parade: Spooky little Blues Cruise
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Saturday, April 27, 2013. Spooky little Blues Cruise. We drifted.teetering a little to the left, a little upstream, or maybe down, and thicker into the Swamp. Eyeballs everywhere. Giant beak nosed vultures, 1000 years old I'm sure, sat perched at Sentinel Guard, staring down at us.Waiting. Their beady little eyes darting. Giving us the once over, in case we suddenly became just stiff enough to gobble up. Take me to the river.
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The Hippie Parade: Take me to the River
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Thursday, October 18, 2012. Take me to the River. I made a little list of pros and cons. In Giant Sharpie letters. And taped it with Scotch tape to the refrigerator. And my Brain while I slept. I scribbled it again on the back of envelopes in the car. I babbled it into the friendly ears and eyes of. My buddy at the bar,. My Sister Loves,. Strangers at the post office. And then I decided. Its so good to see you writing again!
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The Hippie Parade: The Butterfly Effect
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My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. A gabillion drops free falling, prancing like wild horses on my tin can metal roof. And then leaping into sudden death. Flying face first into the muddy earth. And tumbling wildly downhill. I took a shower. Steadied my hand on the make-shift rail, leaned up against the vintage vinyl and stood under the warm waterfall. It 's the seven o'clock sadness. Each new day is a gift. And for just a moment,.
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Ceebie: Remembering 9-11
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Sunday, September 11, 2011. Ten years ago today I had just started my work day at the Faculty of Environmental Studies, York University, where if I remember correctly, my job consisted mainly of eight hours a day of data entry for a graduate program audit (my, how some things have changed). Ten years later, so much of the stories we are hearing is about remembering those who were lost and celebrating the heroes who came to the rescue at Ground Zero. B...
