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Saints Standing. . .
Saints Standing. . . When I try to explain what track my thinking has taken in my life, even as a child or a teenager when a peer said that I talk as if I am reading out of a book, I am at a loss. In the following excerpt from The Last Bird Sings, …
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Hunger For What Is Remembered. . . .
I write only of worlds I know. Of little, gentle fishes called Nords and Kerns and of Teachers. Did I create them or discover them in place? They shimmer for me. They are not just one world. There are also places of poverty that touch the living heart and strum it with songs of despair…
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Prayer To The Greater Heart. . . .
Prayer to the Greater Heart. . . . . Stay with me, my god. Lead me where my heart should go and stay with me. Give me strength to stay out of the way of other’s growth but give me the compassion to show by example how the road goes. Let me be…
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A True Gift of Heart. . . .
The Greatest Love Affair. . . If you are a front line worker, a miracle worker to all of us, and you are driving home at the end of the day, you begin to talk in the silence of your car. You vent and cry with fatigue, with sadness, with curses and finally end your…
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To Search The Why. . . .
All Time Is Now. . . . In May of 1993 when I was coming to in Recovery, standing by was a female physician I recognized from OR. I am cold and I am clammy I said and through gritted teeth she said you are not the only one! And I wondered what had happened…
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When GIVEN Thoughts Require Attention. . . .
The children will know the highest and best framework you have chosen is one by which your own heart was healed. ***** We say take love and use it and it will heal the rift which threatens to become a chasm man will never be able to cross by himself. Would you be able to…
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We Will Talk Again. . . .
We Will Talk Again . . . We will talk of philosophy and we will talk of poetry again like . . . .once upon a yesterday. . . . . We will talk of people and beings whose lives are woven tapestries of great wonder. . . . And we will again grace the…
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Each One Teach One. . . .
Today I post with a practical idea that helps me enormously. Two of my favorite bloggers, Jon Katz on Bedlam Farm and Maria Wulf on Fullmoonfiberart.com inspired the following idea. Jon posted that Maria put up shelves to enable him to glance and see clean clothes on hand. My head rang bells and I asked…
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Help Balance Our World. . . .
Where is this place called home? The elders often sit with a distant look and one hears them say I need to go home. Most lives have given no exact place to these words, but all of us have heard them said since we were children. I brought this place with me when I arrived…
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Not Better, Not Lesser, but Diverse. . . .
It was 2 ½ years ago that I posted what a stumbling block I had and did not know I carried. When something was so obvious to me, all evidence pointed, words written, pictures and all, yet sitting across the table was one shaking his head no. I was reading into the subject. It did…