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Savor The Minute. . .
Savor The Minute. . . Could we take the time to savor this minute? Hold it close? There will be more minutes, but none more special than this one. It tells me that you treasure our friendship, to show our true feelings that connect us, one to the other. I will remember the marks on…
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Her Voice Will Be Heard. . .
I had intended to do a post on my blog this morning but after reading Maria Wulf’s post this morning on her blog, http://www.fullmoonfiberart.com I am giving her space because her essay is well written and pertinent to our time. For those women who are of recent years and have had no experience with sexism I…
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The All is Essence. . .
Prayer To The Essence of The Great God To the essence of the great and holy god, we offer ourselves in our bounty and in our sorrows. We ask that we be allowed to enter with all that we are and all we hope we can be. Let us lift our heads to the glories…
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In These Sweet Hours. . .
I was born a person whose breath weaves its own magic during the night hours. When the world goes to sleep where I am, my eyes widen to embark on their own journey. Those sweet hours of the morning I have seen all the days of my life and have found thoughts traveling at a…
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In The Midst of The Secular. . . .
Because of the head that sits on my shoulders, I have worked this life the best I could. Because I grew up in a house of brothers, I learned to do many things simply by observing. They tolerated my presence and I learned to watch and say nothing that would get on their nerves.…
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The Table. . . the altar of the family
It was a different time frame and there were no credit cards nor funds to back what we desired. Several elderly English/Scottish relatives had given to our growing family bits of china that had been cherished. Not whole sets, but pieces. And I dearly wanted a hutch to show these pieces. Decades later we…
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The Teachers. . .
Running Toward a Truth. . . In the prior mini essay, I spoke of the larger picture, the broader focus. It was necessary for me to learn this practice because to see the immanent god, the god within, I had to be able to view humanity totally to be able to appreciate the individual. As…
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The Broader Focus. . . .
The Larger Picture. . . One of the first joys of kindergarten I remember was being told to connect the dots and behold! A picture was formed within the larger picture and it was visible and I could identify it! What joy. It was a beginning for me then to look at everything to…
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Outside The Frame of Reference. . .
Outside The Frame of Reference. Oftentimes I seem to speak in a language that is foreign to my listeners, whether they be family or friends. What I say is obvious to me, clear as crystal and I am using the same words I hear from them all, but I stumble. I strive for a…
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Mega Observations. . .
Mega Observations. . . Oftentimes in retrospect, we would wish we demanded someone to grow up to matters requiring some degree of maturity. But how to do that? When a thing is outside our frame of reference, we will fight tooth and nail to remain innocent and free of taint of anything unfamiliar. Or what…