Pip Creek

Notes

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Leaning in on the messy parts

Have you ever felt a little dismayed, confused or troubled by the fact you don’t seem to fit into a tidy box?  That’s me, mostly, most of the time.  Just when I think I’ve got it figured, something comes prancing across the scene and I am entranced.  All I want to do is incorporate that shiny, bit of sparkle into my life somehow.  Or, there are sides of me that don’t neatly align, they are contradictory, overlapping with conflicting ideas, controversy or friction.  Some of these contradictions  I’ve had since I was a child.   The earliest memories I can muster up are coloured with horses and those who ride them, especially gritty characters with a bit of fray, or worn patches. ….

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Clarity

Standing in the barn, looking out at the field, my arm pulled straight by my hand hooked under the pommel of my roping saddle. Geese fly, strung long against the grey blue clouds hanging heavy in the north. The sun sneaks out and warms my arm. The ground shakes beneath my feet as grain trucks rush by, fighting back the rain with their urgency.

It is all clarity.

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A Million Reasons for Gratitude

Small kindnesses live here.

Today, I am, with my sister and good friends, giving a concert for a dying woman. A woman who, barely knowing me, offered me one of the kindest gestures I’ve ever received. We will, with some of her best friends and neighbours gather in the palliative unit, sing old-timey gospel songs, a Marty Robbins tune or two and some we’ve written, inspired by people in our town and family. Songs with dialogues about living close to the ground, watching…

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