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The Invited Guest. . . .the Carpenter
The Teachers Speak. . . .and yet the beauty we encounter is being multiplied here and there, but lacking only the invisible quotient.. . . . we have not been invited in. What did you learn to do so young? To invite the hosts of heaven as your daily companions and then to proceed to…
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A Joy And a Privilege
A Joy And a Privilege It will be thirty years ago this year that a computer was put on my desk. And it was three weeks later that I approached it knowing I needed to learn how to use it. Up to that time I looked at it everyday and understood that it was here…
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Look Often Into the Mist
When we look deeply into our selves, we are often surprised at the direction our thoughts have taken. Sometimes it is a bit scary simply because it is foreign to our upbringing. It is not what we have been taught. Wondering where this will be leading us, we plow on. For some of us…
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The Mist That Sustains Me
On NBC Nightly News this past March 20 a segment concerning a young boy with memory of a prior life was interviewed and his memories have proven valid and correct. I was not aware that Dr. Tucker of the University of Virginia was doing research on prior lives of children. As he said in the…
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White Forest
White Forest Deep in the heart’s dream, as deep as any forest, lying amid the debris the ancients left for others to peace, lie dreams of today’s children yielding only to their passions, asking the chance to manifest. Are we not today’s keepers, charging a new reality for the dreamer’s chance for glory? Asking only…
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Of The Pen That Writes
Over a half century ago when I plunked our younger of less than a year into his crib for the umpteenth time, (he learned to climb out at nine months old), frustrated beyond measure, I shouted at him, ‘why did you choose me as your mother?’ And as I heard the words of my mouth…
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Paper Money
Paper Money I throw the covers back to the still and chilly air and feel my way along the wall to the patio doors. Slowly I check the catch to find the door unlocked. I alarm each door to keep the burglars out. Funny I think that even now I check…
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Who Will Teach The Children?
The Teacher (The Socratic Departure) I will drink this cup of gall, swallowing the bitterness setting fire to earth’s waste. But first I caress this chalice. Its depth mirrors my heart, shaking the foundations of my very own selves. Now splendid trepidatons challenge the ultimatums by which the earth rocks. Challenge me, o gods, not…
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You Must Not Think
You Must Not Think You must not think it’s useless to have trudged the overgrown path to make a road easier for the one to follow. We must grow up and put on training pants. It is time. We must develop discipline to house the night’s pleasures and discipline to work our…
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Life Everlasting
Life Everlasting Without ears to hear, he hears. Without eyes to see, he sees. With heart he understands the small musings of this limited mind. I can see, I say for this is mine. . . only with how I perceive this limited existence. Fair enough, for this time, I think,…