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Where The Heart Is
Are you connected to your home? Would removing you from it remove you from your memories, to what you have learned, to what you love not because of how it looks but because of what you have invested? A wandering brother once said that he never felt like I did and he had lived in…
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Look For Me
I live my life in a dimension of no space, in a dimension of no time and in an era of no choice. I skirt perimeters of knowledge, inserting by intention an idea. You are my intension and my idea. Are you proud? Are you grateful for the time and place of your insertion? Do…
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There Is A Place
When I posted on this blog a letter I had written to the Professor of Theology and Philosophy in 1991, I mentioned Robert Nozick’s book called The Examined Life (published in 1989) and the possibility that we might be in the creation business as apprentices. I recalled a conversation I had with our son David …
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Hopes and Desires
Those of us who have hopes, hold tightly to them. I have found during this life that there is insufficient time to enclose them all. There is not enough time to focus on them as well as our commitments. And we don’t know this up between the eyes at the time we make our first…
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Awards
ancient pieces float to mind presenting impulses prompting the pilgrim to look toward home time chastens the victor and yields the victory to her who supposes life everlasting she has won the medal and still covets awards to hang on the wall but they all hang on her heart. photo by Joshua Hallissey
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A Holiday Offering
To those readers of my blog who have mentioned how much they’ve appreciated my poetry and writing, I have decided to offer my two books, Kiss The Moon and The Last Bird Sings for $3o.00, shipping included for the holidays. These will of course be addressed to the recipient and signed. We are currently in…
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My God And Me
Be Still . . . . . . . . . Be still, this too shall pass and let me tell you why. The blue waters you take for granted may dry up……. and the grass beneath your feet will crunch like your breakfast cereal. You may not live to see another snowfall you have…
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The Mills Grind Slowly
Dear Dr. . . . . I presume it is Dr. though I did not see the title, I feel it is richly deserved. If you would please excuse me for not offering my gratitude for your perusal and comments on my work. Life has a way of intervening and commitments cannot wait. The work…
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Through A Window, Gladly
Fairy Dust Will the children find how shaky all things are and the gods who are their parents, all illusion? What will I say then? “All of it, my dears, all of it is nothing but fairy dust created by a head in search of its own dream.” Where would I be then? In the…
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On Growing Up And Growing Old
To know when one demeans one’s own value system, is to debase the Spirit within. It is all a value system. And a value system worth its salt will not be maligned in any manner, not even by systems beyond what one knows. The value system of behavior based on high premises will be honored. …