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Maybe blogging isn’t dead. At least, not yet.
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Winter is done. Let’s enjoy the sun: Yes, this title is a pun. Winter is finally over, the weather is warming up, and the snow has finally stopped (except for the occasional snow flurry). Utah’s weather being as unpredictable as it gets, we have rain, sleet, sun, and snow all in one day during spring.
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Better Doesn’t Mean “Good”. I never really thought about it before, but somewhere along the way we started to equate “better” with “good”. But, “better” and “good” aren’t the same thing. We know that, yet how often we tell our sick friends and family “get better soon!” Obviously we want our loved ones to feel
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What is Mindfulness? First, we should address the fact that “mindfulness” isn’t a new concept. Whether you realize it or not, you’ve practiced it at some point in your life. Psychologists, religious leaders, personal gurus, and your hippie neighbor next-door have been spouting the benefits of mindfulness for millennia. Mindfulness goes by many names: awareness,
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I’m a writer: a scribbler, a chronicler, a note-taker- whatever you want to call it, it fits. Some people love to write on their computers, tablets, or phones, but I still love old-fashioned paper and ink. I carry around a journal with me almost everywhere I go. There isn’t a plan or any organization to
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Christmas has come and gone in an almost uneventful way. The tree was lite, the presents wrapped, and stockings hung- but the joy just wasn’t there. The dull browns, the dark days, the cold weather- something about it saps all my energy. It brings out all the sadness, the despair, and hopelessness. It’s as if
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If there was ever a time to believe in magic, it would be tonight. Today, I turned 25 years old, and tonight is the night of the Christmas Comet. I’ve always looked for the mystical and fantastical in small things. Little bits of luck, coincidence, and beauty in the every-day always felt like more. I
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I have a weird love for Spanish Fork, Utah. Not for the main part where highway 6 runs through, but for the Southern and Western half of town: away from the developing city. That part I love is Spanish Fork Main Street. For years, I couldn’t put my finger on what attracted me to this
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I began writing poetry when I was 12 years old. I faithfully wrote, then typed, saved, and transferred every scrap of poetry, prose, and story that came was born from my mind. Yesterday, in hopes of finding something worth professional publication, I decided to go through every bit of my writing from the last decade
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Solar Eclipse: 2017 I have never seen the lawn so full. Groups of friends and entire families are sprawled across the grass starting into the sun through paper sun-filtering glasses. The sky was clear and blue. There was not a cloud to be seen. It was hot and bright: as it usually is in late
Bringing Mae Flowers 