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Whistling Badger Blog: March 2013
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Saturday, March 9, 2013. The Lord will accomplish what concerns me;. Your lovingkindness, O Lord, is everlasting. You will not forsake the works of Your hands. I carried this lesson around with me for almost two years before I was ready to put it into words. Thanks to Mara for letting us enjoy and learn from her art. I would like to share with you a parable of sorts. I have a friend in Sheridan named Mara Schasteen. Yes, I said chickens. Here, sh...
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Whistling Badger Blog: August 2012
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Sunday, August 19, 2012. Aut Pax Aut Bellum. Being a meditation on a Scottish Clan, a Wyoming Distance Race, and the Deeper Meanings Thereof. In the extreme northeast corner of Scotland, there is an area. For all this, the Gunn lands felt like home when I visited years ago. The story of the clan. From its Viking origins, to the gradual encroachment of its lands and rights at the hands of the Scottish kings, to the resulting conflicts with neighbo...
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What the Cat Dragged In: February 2015
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What the Cat Dragged In. A compilation of observations, jottings, and haiku. Monday, February 23, 2015. Why am I still here? The other day I heard from my friend DH. She's been visiting her son in Florida and is seriously considering selling her Portland house and moving eastward. She was calling me to hear just how difficult it was to leave my home and friends of 30 years. What, she said again, was it like to leave Portland? Is this where I'm meant to be? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Why am I still here?
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What the Cat Dragged In: Mosaics
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What the Cat Dragged In. A compilation of observations, jottings, and haiku. Sunday, August 9, 2015. I had a great time. Learning I am not good at. He still thinks I'm lonely and seeking, and he does not like being a port in the storm. But, he does like being surrounded by talented, extroverted and attractive women, and we do have that in common. So, I'm restless. August 12, 2015 at 3:26 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Tai Chi Chuh moves. 3 on the 3rd.
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Whistling Badger Blog: A Ruined Painting
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Saturday, March 9, 2013. The Lord will accomplish what concerns me;. Your lovingkindness, O Lord, is everlasting. You will not forsake the works of Your hands. I carried this lesson around with me for almost two years before I was ready to put it into words. Thanks to Mara for letting us enjoy and learn from her art. I would like to share with you a parable of sorts. I have a friend in Sheridan named Mara Schasteen. Yes, I said chickens. Here, sh...
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Whistling Badger Blog: July 2012
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Thursday, July 26, 2012. The first thing, here, is don't get too fussy about exact amounts of this or that. My recipes are more like guidelines, anyway. 10-15 Tomatillos. Cut into halves or thick slices (if they're big ones) and remove the stem cores. 2 Jalepeno peppers, stemmed and cut in half lengthwise. Don't remove the seeds and membranes. 2 Ancho peppers, stemmed and cut in strips lengthwise, so all outside surfaces. 2-4 cloves of garlic.
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Whistling Badger Blog: September 2012
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Monday, September 24, 2012. Care Bears Always Care for Freedom and Haggis. Sarah and Katie have been reading Care Bears books lately. They decided I was "Braveheart Bear." I guess I can live with that. But the original Care Bear in question. Wasn't really my style. So, a bit of fun with Gimp. Aye Much better. ARE YE READY FOR A MAULIN'? Friday, September 21, 2012. Archery and Reality: A Primer. Try again, Kevin. 1 You don't draw your bow. While w...
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Whistling Badger Blog: January 2015
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Thursday, January 22, 2015. One of my most treasured posessions is a set of hand and foot prints. Four years ago today, when we lost our son. Footprints are the perfect symbol for loss. The print itself is not an object, but a lack of one- an empty space left by something that was here, and is no longer here. Have, what I can. The other day I tried to literally count my blessings, you know, like that song we've all sung? Ever try to do that?
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Whistling Badger Blog: His Name is David...
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Monday, January 24, 2011. His Name is David. His name is David. I only knew him for two and a half hours. And I miss him. He came over four months earlier than he should have. Mom was taxed beyond her physical limits, fighting a horrific combination of pain and infection from a burst appendix. Her body decided that it could not fight this battle and still continue to grow this child. And that was that. What would he have been? Rest easy, little b...
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Whistling Badger Blog: And Now, Some Trail-Running Haiku.
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My name's Tom. I carry a whistle. Back to Tom's Main Site. Saturday, June 15, 2013. And Now, Some Trail-Running Haiku. Stop counting the miles. Stop longing for the finish. Just enjoy the ride. Til I surprise some pronghorn. Humbled, but inspired. My memory is stirred: I wish. I could find the truck. Easy, light, smooth, fast. Just like Caballo Blanco. The first mile or so. I have seen elk run. Five miles through these same mountains. And not break a sweat. In triumph, I top the ridge. No past, no future,.
