Meant to Be by Jamie Kirkpatrick
September 1, 2026
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Some things are just meant to be, or maybe we just become who we are meant to be. A couple of nights ago, my
Some things are just meant to be, or maybe we just become who we are meant to be. A couple of nights ago, my
August is slipping away like a dream upon waking. It fades too quickly; I try to hold on, but I can’t. There’s too much back-to-school
We’re at the beach. Oddly enough, it’s just the two of us this year: there’s a wee bit of construction going on at home, so
We’re at the beach. Oddly enough, it’s just the two of us this year: there’s a wee bit of construction going on at home, so
(Part i of “Beyond Silence” can be viewed here: https://talbotspy.org/2026/08/04/beyond-silence-part-1-by-jamie-kirkpatrick/) A Cooper’s Hawk soared high above the valley floor, climbing and dipping on a geothermal
I’d been hearing about Wilson House for more than a decade now. How peaceful it was; how bucolic; how “unplugged.” Last weekend, I decided it
She likes to pick crabs; I don’t. Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing against the feisty little crustaceans; I like them well enough
Take all that toxic smoke from those Canadian wildfires, add temperatures we don’t see all that often in these parts, and you can concoct
One evening last week, my thirteen-year old grandson and I were sitting on the porch. The day was just finishing its hot summer business
“As I glanced under the tree branch, a Sika deer and I were startled by a Great Blue Heron. Just a split second to