Inspiration comes in fits and spurts, laced with time, warmed with the heart. Each of my offerings began with a whisper, a pause to see, hear, and reflect.
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If you run with labels, you will fall
If you run with labels, you will fall.From an organizational perspectiveA label defines who, what, and where content goes.A wealthy mine of hierarchy Advanced for profit.A haven for marketers.For a person defined by a labelThey become an adjectiveLost within a noun.I...
The Magical Garden of Life
The Magical Garden of Life---you never know what you’ll reap Abbe’s Ruminations July 2025 I no longer own a plot of land to seed a soil-based garden. I miss my fresh lettuce, those tender sweet peas as they form on traveling vines. Or the beets that mature below...
Let your aroha carry you further
Let your aroha carry you furtherI close my eyes and envision.The image of a healer.Our foreheads touch as do our noses.So close are we that our breath mergesI sink into the earth and rise above the universe.Connecting as I move through the cosmos.The world tilts when...
Note to My 1972 Self
My 1972 selfYou were right to be skepticalThen you questioned all that you saw.Exposed to changeYou jumped at the chanceTo deviate from the norms of family.Brave beyond common sense, You explored different cultures.I admire that in you,Even though I remember The...
When I Die
When I DieIf I die, no when I die,Know that I still have life in me.It may be my time—At this moment the seconds disappear.But I’m here with all my craziness.Know that I leave unwillingly Refuse to accept never-land.For I have seen many lands.Do me this favor—laugh,...
The First Kiss
The First KissThe first kiss, tentative, sweet and pure,Greets one with anticipation.A kiss promises a connection.A kiss sparks the heart to open,The mind to imagine.Oh, that first kissLips to lipsBreath to breathA moment sealed.Sun moon, stars—you choose.The tide of...
About Abbe
Abbe Rolnick grew up in the suburbs of Baltimore, Maryland. Her first major cultural jolt occurred at age 15 when her family moved to Miami Beach, Florida. To find perspective, she climbed the only non-palm tree at her condo complex and wrote what she observed. History came alive with her exposure to Cuban culture. After attending Boston University, she lived in Puerto Rico, where she owned a bookstore. Once Stateside, she capitalized on the knowledge she gained as an independent bookstore owner and worked for one of the finest bookstores, Village Books, in Bellingham, Washington. Once a CEO of a manufacturing firm and owner of a healthy foods café, she is now retired and spends her time writing.
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