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One Of The Best Things
One Of The Best Things One of the best things about growing old is that one has a store of memories to choose from to either entertain, beguile or sometimes companion one in the body’s misery. All one has to do is conjure the memory and whoa! There we are. Simple as that. One just…
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Look Often Into the Mist
When we look deeply into our selves, we are often surprised at the direction our thoughts have taken. Sometimes it is a bit scary simply because it is foreign to our upbringing. It is not what we have been taught. Wondering where this will be leading us, we plow on. For some of us…
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The Mist That Sustains Me
On NBC Nightly News this past March 20 a segment concerning a young boy with memory of a prior life was interviewed and his memories have proven valid and correct. I was not aware that Dr. Tucker of the University of Virginia was doing research on prior lives of children. As he said in the…
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White Forest
White Forest Deep in the heart’s dream, as deep as any forest, lying amid the debris the ancients left for others to peace, lie dreams of today’s children yielding only to their passions, asking the chance to manifest. Are we not today’s keepers, charging a new reality for the dreamer’s chance for glory? Asking only…
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Of The Pen That Writes
Over a half century ago when I plunked our younger of less than a year into his crib for the umpteenth time, (he learned to climb out at nine months old), frustrated beyond measure, I shouted at him, ‘why did you choose me as your mother?’ And as I heard the words of my mouth…
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Excerpt From The Last Bird Sings. . . . . . . .
Excerpt from The Last Bird Sings. . . . The one who chooses to come with an open head is the miracle among men. Are not all babies born this way and we masterfully close them up? The Teacher It is not the happy child who upsets the apple cart of the…
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Worth Thinking About
Worth Thinking About One would think that for human progress to have been more rapid, a sledge hammer rather than a quill should have been used. Unless emotional garbage is released, it will continue to be contagious. The mind set to turn a particular way is already bent. The split in man is so dichotomous…
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Paper Money
Paper Money I throw the covers back to the still and chilly air and feel my way along the wall to the patio doors. Slowly I check the catch to find the door unlocked. I alarm each door to keep the burglars out. Funny I think that even now I check…
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Grace To Be Trusted
Grace To Be Trusted It is impossible to live or continue to live with a philosophy that covers personal life and not one’s public life. To have it cover one and not the other is asking the observer to believe one portion and to close out the other as not applicable.. The dichotomy will rear…