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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…
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However Long. . .
However long. . . . Coming into every family will be what a relative calls a misfit. And the label will stick. This often is a child with a need to know everything and talk. And more often than not, there will not be anyone to listen. Because there will be other children, work to…
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To Breathe Again. . .
Dog Days of The Lion When at the end of the dog days of the Lion and the garden is again conducive to prayer, arrange the knees bent in homage to the winter. It is time to pray the garden into being; the stage for the winter solstice. It is time to oil the tools…
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One World At a Time. . .
One World At A Time. . . The grounds are silent. I am here in the catacombs and yearning for words to frame my time. I enter the gleanings of my heart. Hear O’Lord, my bayings as the old wolf in the field, trying to awaken the Mind; as the old One mourned, that has…