Author Archives: Lorca Smetana

About Lorca Smetana

White doves. Retreats. Insects. Languages. Making.

A hard day and a beautiful one.

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For a brief moment, each creature is the youngest being on the planet

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On being outdone in story and storm

A new laundry meditation under dark skies and a warm wind, feeling my feet in their clogs, the lack of bite in the breeze on my neck, the sensation of each pin under my fingertips  as I nip it from … Continue reading

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This I believe.

We are all together on this ship and some of us will die sooner.  Some young.  I will grieve again, and comfort.  It may be me.  Those of us who are lucky will know ahead of time and not be … Continue reading

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On grin wrinkles

Really,  my life goal. No matter what else you build, when you work toward this, you have a good life.  Everything leads to this — keeping mad friends, carefully working on laugh wrinkles, a nice rug collection.  I’m well on … Continue reading

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On the last of the lambs

Having gloried in the decision to wear a sundress and wedge heels to a child friend’s Saturday birthday party, I yet launched myself upstairs (yay wedge heels!) and ripped myself out of them and back into work pants as Tullia … Continue reading

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On puppy Zora’s lamb

The quick snowstorm with its giant fluffy flakes took a toll on the newest and littlest arrival from friends, a recently weaned bum Icelandic lamb named Moses.  He was the only one without a mother nursing him and knowing to … Continue reading

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