Ashley Grey

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Big doors, boatloads! The dismal expression Fissure of nervous tension Crossroads! Dreams unhinged? What do you see? What say ye? Now, a creek up a ways And down a ways Soft light in a dark and long tunnel Little waves soon a big one. Big door Hummel Turned by a small hinge. To big doors and small hinges and what we might learn from them! This poem celebrates how the little things might add up and one year of blogging. Yay! First of all, time goes by really fast, doesn’t it? I can remember the first post. Of course! I am thankful to have come this far and I feel like I achieved a milestone. Quotes How awesome to note that big doors turn on small hinges! It does not matter how sturdy the doors might be. They turn on little hinges. Seems a little crazy to imagine, I dare…

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“Mary! Mary! Quite contrary, how does your garden grow?” is a line from that nursery rhyme so long ago. Such fun to sing along, it was really about a queen at whose command people were tortured and murdered for believing differently than she did. The garden in the verse is really the burial place of these dear folks. Now, how about that for a children’s rhyme! Knowing the history does take the fun out of singing it, doesn’t it? Quite contrary and conflicting a personality, Mary. Lyn planted cuttings from her wedding bouquet on a patch and watched them grow. A year after, it is still a great reminder to her that life keeps growing, no matter how brutal the world may be. Lyn redirects her thoughts to create beauty. Gardens and parks, literal or connotative evoke feelings. blue flowers Perfectly tended landscapes, with plants, flowers, fruits and vegetables, and…

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The “Night of Broken Glass” is a translation from “Kristallnacht” to capture the night Nazi officials ransacked Jewish homes, synagogues and businesses. Shards of glass from broken windows littered the streets. Bruce Henderson, is author of Sons and Soldiers. He narrates the experiences of German Jews, especially the Ritchie Boys for whom World War 2 was personal. It hurt to read that a number of people felt that Hitler’s regime would not last two weeks. Clearly, they missed the signs and his significant proclamation “give me ten years and you won’t recognize Germany.” Sons and Soldiers is brilliantly-written and inspiring. I feel lucky to have read it. “The raven-haired woman” in my poem below, represents all who go to great lengths to seek out and publish the truth. They make it possible for us to understand and hopefully, learn from history. This poem is a salute to their bravery. Leadership…

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