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Morning Meditation: Moments

Charlotte Hamrick

Where do those moments go, the ones where you feel perfectly content, like your place in the world is perfect and guaranteed and you are where you’re meant to be? They appear so unexpectedly: looking out the window at the kitchen sink as you pour your second cup of coffee, beneath the old magnolia with your hands in the dirt, on the ferry landing at the clang of the streetcar and the river breeze in your face. The sun shines on your head and you feel it’s soothing warmth traveling to the ends of every nerve in your body, a … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Moments

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Morning Meditation 12/7/14

Charlotte Hamrick

I woke up this morning thinking about repetition and how it can be a form of mindful meditation. Every morning I have the same routine. I go downstairs, take the dogs out into the backyard, flush out the fountain with fresh water and fill the cats water bowls. If it’s been dry I water the potted plants in the yard and the patio. I go inside, make coffee, feed the dogs, feed the cats, then sit down and read and/or write while I drink my coffee. I often turn the radio on to WWOZ and listen to their morning jazz … Continue reading Morning Meditation 12/7/14

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803 Monroe

Charlotte Hamrick

I needed to call you but I’d forgotten your number, the one I always thought was burned into my memory — for hours I anxiously thumbed through white and yellow pages, forgetting then remembering your name. Between the pages I could see your dining room, the floor tile cracked like a spider’s web, the old fridge where all your kids stood before the open door to feel the frigid air on desperately hot days while upstairs pretty ladies on a calendar lounged without a drop of sweat to mar their fleshy perfection. Continue reading 803 Monroe