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In Being A Child. . . .
The Importance of Differences. . . If it seems that I persist in speaking of differences in perspective, it is because that is what makes us unique, it is because of my intense desire to keep our planet alive and this classroom operative for those already here and those yet to come, who desire to…
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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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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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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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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…