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Name: Stephanie
Gender: Female
Status: Single
Location:
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
United States
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AARP South Dakota
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We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all.
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The Harvest Moon - On My Way to Eagle Butte

A little ditty I wrote last year....

As I drive down the highway this early fall morning. the harvest moon is beginning to set. It is big, luscious and a breathtaking shade of pale yellow. I can see the small animals smelling the air and drinking from the ponds tucked within the groves of trees along the road. The water seems to be a surface of glass reflecting back to the moon her gaze of wonder. The sunflowers are beginning to droop their heads in their gray permanent stillness, readying themselves to feed the birds traveling south for the winter before the hungry combines gobble them up.
 
I drive as slowly as I can, observing the old farmers making their way to the gas stations on the edges of the small country towns along this peaceful highway. This is where they gather after eating their breakfasts of eggs and bacon sprinkled with salt and pepper and a piece of buttery toast. The smell probably lingers…blending with the odor of cigarettes, coffee and diesel that permeate the air in these gathering places. I remember their type of talk from my childhood, blessed with time spent near my grandpa, an old farmer himself. I know the most treasured words they utter the 'God Dammits" and "Bullshits" that are the exclamations of choice, often followed by deep laughter.
 
I smile as I drive on still staring at the moon shining down on me. The clouds on the horizon have edged closer. The moon seems to tuck her self inside the puffy pockets within them. She looks like a huge button being pushed through a button hole on a soft, cozy sweater.
 
As the moon sinks lower and lower on the horizon the sun begins to rise behind me in the east. The colors of the moon intensify becoming bright yellows, oranges, reds and pinks. It is a breath taking scene. I feel every moment of this beauty vibrate my soul. Tears of wonder and amazement fall from my eyes. As the moon finally sets at the end of the westerly highway, I take a deep breath and notice a hawk swoop down in front of me. It is as if he came to say he understands this moment in my soul and brings his blessing to the beginning of this beautiful fall day.
Added: September 18, 2008
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Bear River

 

We camped there often
when we were young,
along the great Bear River.

 

My brother, sister and I
wading in the shallow, rocky bottom.
Our small bare feet ignoring the
cold water and slime.

 

We looked for trout and flipped
big rocks to find crawdads and spiders,
freshening our hungry mouths with mint
picked along the shore.

 

As the sun moved closer to it’s
home in the west, shadows grew
longer, cool air creeped in and we
were called back to home base.

 

We gathered at the fire cooking
hotdogs and marshmallows on
green sticks found nearby,
burning our hands and mouths
as we hungrily gobbled them up.

 

The fire and gregarious conversations
would calm. We were tucked into our
comfy, orange sleeping bags wearing
sweatshirts and heavy socks.

 

The sound of our parents soft conversations
slowy drifted off leaving the river, crickets,
and night breezes singing a lulluby for Mother Earth.

 

We slept, as children do.

 

~ Stephanie Gavin

 

 

Added: January 22, 2008
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Days that came before

 

She wakes up every morning
removes the blanket from the window
welcoming the morning sun

 

Looks into the mirror shaking
her hair and wonders, what happened
to those days that came before
          ...this one

 

 

The days when her breasts sat high
and firmly upon her chest
when kisses often coveted her body

 

 

Those days that she thought would last forever
          ...and a day

 

 

Added: January 16, 2008
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An Afternoon Gift from my Father

Feeling a bit tristful today I left my desk to venture into the world that still seemed to be rotating around the sun in spite of me. As I drove my thoughts wondered to you and the comfort you often brought to days like these, warmth of soul, logical advice and a prayer of burning sage.

 

The "if onlys" started running through my head….if only I could see you, touch you, hear you…these thoughts tumbled from my mind and wound around my heart. At that very moment I spied a hawk flying above the road. It seemed to notice me at the very same time. It looped back and flew with me for quite a while as perfect plump snow flakes landed upon my windshield 

 

It was at this moment that I realized what a gift I was being given. I felt both our spirits flying with that hawk. Even though you now reside within the stars above, you are always with me and still bringing me that comfort.

 

 

Added: December 10, 2007
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A Daughter of the Wind ~ by me
 
 
The wind calls to me, always beckoning...
 
     "Come closer to me my daughter,
feel my coolness on your skin, my
carress of love around your shoulders,
my kisses on your face.
 
     You are precious to me my daughter, 
as precious as the rain I carry to quench
the earth.
 
  You are sacred to me my daughter,
as sacred as the eagles that soar within
my being.
    
Carry this knowledge within your
spirit my daughter.  When you feel alone 
or forsaken come back to me and I will
enfold you in my comfort once again."
 
 
Added: November 28, 2007
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