Other Writings

So This Is What Contentment Feels Like

by Jane Devin on 05/20/2012

With the exception of a few years here and there, I’ve spent most of my adult life in apartments, from the seediest to the most suburban. None of them ever felt like home to me. I know that there are people who think environment doesn’t matter — that peace is entirely an internal matter — [...]

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Being Single is an Opportunity

by Jane Devin on 05/03/2012

The sun is a ball of liquid fire. 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit on its surface, 27,000 degrees at its core. It is only from an average distance of 92,955,887.6 miles away that we welcome it as a benevolent, life-warming source. This is how I’ve come to feel about the experience of loving her. At a distance [...]

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Sanctuaries, Acceptance & Final Days

by Jane Devin on 04/27/2012

  A friend of mine was diagnosed seven weeks ago with esophageal cancer. It’s terminal and she is in a hospice with only days left to live. I will write about Liljana “Pat” Stewart in a future post, but here’s what I can tell you now. She loved her life and lived her beliefs. She [...]

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There’s nothing I could say about Annie that hasn’t been said about other special dogs, but that’s true of parents talking about their children, too. Redundancy doesn’t stop us. Love is always new when it’s our own. Annie has come so far since I adopted her from Pima Animal Care Center on 10/27/11. On that [...]

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I went fishing once. I liked sitting quietly on a boat in the middle of a serene lake. I liked the near-silence and the feel of the sun on my skin. I liked just sitting there, staring into the sky or water. What I didn’t like was everything else. The bait, the waiting, the wide-open [...]

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For years, I clung to the side of life’s pool. I swam only when it was absolutely necessary, knowing that swimming didn’t come naturally to me. I feared drowning almost as much as I came to loathe the feeling of holding onto the edge. I didn’t trust that there would be anyone who would jump [...]

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