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A Donkey to the Lighthouse on Lenore | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. A Donkey to the Lighthouse on Lenore. March 13, 2009. On Thursday I had decided to venture to the far end of the island, and was advised to use some transport as the terrain was not the best for hiking. I was given the name of a donkey wrangler in Gilead whose animals were reliable and gentle. Did I detect a look of panic in the beast’s eye? We stopped in the late morning for something to eat and drink and I gave my trusty steed one of the apples and carrots, which she seemed to r...
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March 18th | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. March 18, 2009. If I wanted to at least attempt to think clearly, I needed to eat. I walked back across the street to take Mr. Thompson up on his offer. When I entered the diner, I saw him seated in a booth facing the door, engrossed in the morning paper which lay spread out over his table. I debated as to whether I should go say hi or just take a seat. I thanked her, pulled the pad in front of me and prepared to write. I looked around the diner for inspiration. In my opinion, the...
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March 10th | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. March 10, 2009. As I lay in bed that morning, around 6:30 according to my watch, I took several minutes to reorient myself. When. I replayed its events, yesterday seemed like a few scenes out of a B-rated scary movie. As far as I was concerned, that movie ended. So today needed to be the start of a new film, a new page in the script of my life. And once I met with the abbess I’d know exactly what type of film my next one would be. At least that’s what I anticipated. I knew breakfa...
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March 17th :-)! | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. March 18, 2009. Well, I did fall asleep shortly after I lay down, but I woke up to a dark room with no hint of sunrise on the horizon. My body knew it needed more rest, but my mind thought otherwise, wanting to jump out of bed and get the day started. Those sore muscles I anticipated after yesterday’s run protested any form of movement, but as usual, my mind took the upper hand and forced me out of bed. I switched on the light and checked my watch. I missed the girls. A mother sho...
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Hermitage Cells on Lenore | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. Hermitage Cells on Lenore. March 10, 2009. The last week has been spent in semi-solitude. I have been roaming the island at will, only coming into contact with the other guests at breakfast and the evening meal. Each day I have wandered in a different direction and have covered quite a bit of the island. There was a metal plaque on the wall of the cell:. These cells, although no longer in use, were occupied at. Various times by members of the order serving a self-imposed. Proving ...
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March 12th | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. March 12, 2009. I stood by the edge of the lake to catch my breath. A man? As I searched the horizon for answers, I remembered the glasses, and the image of that dark-haired man. But how could that be? Keiran’s barely gone and I’m getting involved with another man? That made no sense. I wasn’t ready; my kids weren’t ready. I know I said I’d start a new film, but I had no intentions of making it an adventure. And what next? March 13, 2009 at 6:02 am. March 14, 2009 at 2:10 pm.
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It’s A Hoot- A White Owl Island Adventure Begins | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. It’s A Hoot- A White Owl Island Adventure Begins. March 16, 2009. 8221; See that’s a shoreline, we’re going to make it to land.”. 8221; Aren’t you even faintly curious as to what that storm was that we passed through to get to this ‘air freshener commerical scene ‘ of yours? 8221; Waldgrave asks. 8221; Nope.”. 8221; And why not.”. 8221; I don’t want to think about clouds that eat dead people. That’s why. “. 8220;Bite sized morsels” Waldgrave sobbed in frustration, ” Ca...8221; Nah...
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Zen & Art of Team Blogging - Online Writing Communities Transform Creativity · Creativity-Portal.com
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Middot; Creativity Interviews. Middot; Imagination Prompt Generator. Middot; Arts and Crafts. What's New ». Also @ Creativity Portal. Where Is Your Business Headed, and What Do You and Your Company Stand For? Your work, like that of most creative entrepreneurs, expresses who you are. Your creative business reflects your vision, values,. Where do you get your ideas? Look to your children as idea generators. You just might find a gem in their uninhibited play and imagination. A Tribute to Joy Sikorski.
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Farewell to Lenore | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. March 18, 2009. What a glorious last morning I spent on Lenore. I was up before dawn and made my way to the top of the promontory to greet the sun. As the sky lightened it was bedecked in swathes of orange and cerise, like Indian saris drying in the breeze. I sat and made a list of the things I wished to do before I left. 1 Thank the Abbess and the nuns for their kindness. 3 Have a last look at the Abbey’s artworks. 5 Send postcards to my friends and family. I visited the Lady Cha...
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March 15th | White Owl Island
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About White Owl Island. March 15, 2009. If I was stingy with my words before I saw the photograph, I was downright mute afterwards. Fortunately, absorbed by her family’s accomplishments, Brenda never noticed. She rattled off the details of her children’s résumés as if I were interviewing her for Mother of the Year; I pretended it interested me by smiling and occasionally raising my eyebrows. In truth, it took all the willpower I could muster to sit and not bolt. She, or I, had a point. The rational side ...
