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Me and Mother Nature Have a Something Going On. .
(please keep in mind my understanding that all time is simultaneous . ) In the April 10th 1992 journal entry I wrote of a prior conversation our second son David and I had before he left our Earth, (a philosophy major first before becoming a lawyer) about the benign nature of the Universe, being neither…
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To Break The Waves, enough it is. . . .
(sometimes in the midst of memories, I need to be reminded of what mattered most. And if I need this, perhaps a reader does also. The memory is now fresh for me. I appreciate the chance for reprinting a favorite one.) After having been told a zillion times that no one would want my head, …
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The Spirit Within Speaks. . .
In reviewing this poem, I was surprised to see the journal entry so I read it anew. And the last paragraph of the two pages typed was the lament that I had a head with so much to say I felt I was going to die. And I wrote the words of St. Paul, ‘it…
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Our Light That Shines. . . .
Sometimes we find when we are not on good terms with ourselves, life is not sympathetic to how we are feeling. Yet we fulfill what is demanded and later are grateful that someone stands beside us when we are in need. We hope that whatever we offered is regarded not with impatience we might have…
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We Are The Music. . . .
I was nicely surprised by my niece Linda to receive a photo of this wall quilt displayed in her home; from an exhibit in Oak Park, IL in 2012. Linda graciously nudged my memory to help remind me. As in all memories, coming forward, tightly wrapped, deep within time’s measure. . .familiar territories. . .…
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Out of Nonsense. . . comes Sense. . .
Life before Covid had us all Monday morning quarterbacking at the water cooler about the weekend’s highpoints. This time we witnessed the dancing in the streets with the election’s electoral count yesterday. And with Mary Trump, professional Psychologist and niece of the incumbent president, along with the almost hundred year old eyes researching the why’s…
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I Am Glad We Are Found. . . .
Wherever we are, it seems only meet and proper to have August cease its summer heat and prepare mentally for the oncoming North Wind. It seems it has forgotten about us blistering in the heat. I am glad we are found. Though conditions prevent our entry back to the classroom in many places, …
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Welcome Nora Claire ! . . . to our World. . .
My prayer . . . we welcome Nora Claire to this world. Welcome her in thought. Deluge the sisters in harmony so that their lives will sing in delight their variations. Songs will be different but the love sustaining will be profuse. I wish that every newborn would be welcomed in joy and abundant love. …
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Sometimes, more than cola. . . of course with hot tea. . . .
With all that is happening on our national scene and our global scenes, we all need something that will settle the dyspepsia. It seems I have run out of tonic water and cola so a good stiff drink of something we should find, with hot tea, of course. I was again reminded that heavy…
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A Meditation. . . does the world stand still for you?. . . .
Come with me to this place I visit often, hidden behind an eyelash; where it is Easter all the time and rebirth is not a sometime thing; where gods cavort in joyous abandon. Come, we dance. . . . Today the world stood still. In the bright afternoon sun I saw a butterfly…