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My God And Me
Be Still . . . . . . . . . Be still, this too shall pass and let me tell you why. The blue waters you take for granted may dry up……. and the grass beneath your feet will crunch like your breakfast cereal. You may not live to see another snowfall you have…
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The Mills Grind Slowly
Dear Dr. . . . . I presume it is Dr. though I did not see the title, I feel it is richly deserved. If you would please excuse me for not offering my gratitude for your perusal and comments on my work. Life has a way of intervening and commitments cannot wait. The work…
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Through A Window, Gladly
Fairy Dust Will the children find how shaky all things are and the gods who are their parents, all illusion? What will I say then? “All of it, my dears, all of it is nothing but fairy dust created by a head in search of its own dream.” Where would I be then? In the…
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On Growing Up And Growing Old
To know when one demeans one’s own value system, is to debase the Spirit within. It is all a value system. And a value system worth its salt will not be maligned in any manner, not even by systems beyond what one knows. The value system of behavior based on high premises will be honored. …
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How Much Better It Would Be
How much better it would be for this noble planet if we cherished her like a lover? Or loved her as a mother who adored her child and wiped the tears away with a soft linen? Or as a father whose arms surrounding the child are as steel beams supporting the frame of the tallest…
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Excerpt From A Journal Entry
August 13, 1990 I write and say. . . . . . It is necessary for me to ask why; otherwise the peeling of my heart has no purpose. Why implies a reason, doesn’t it? So don’t start by saying it is not enough just to live and breathe and see and feel the anguish…
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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 to store in barns designed…
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Best Ever Oatmeal Cookies
It was almost three quarters of a century ago that I was relegated to the kitchen at the age of 12 years to cook for my farm family because I could not work in the fields. I became sick (turned green) in the sun and my mother took my place in the fields and I, …
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Roses And Evergreens
“ Do you wear the rose perfume?” she asked. Yes I said and then she said that every time she caught the scent she wondered from where it comes and who walks with a bouquet of roses. I wish it were so. I would give you a rose. . . . .thorns to be sure,…
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Camelot Moment
The words we chose to speak could not be construed to be words of great love, but they were. It was with gaiety that we chatted about the commonplace and laughed a lot. We were happy. I sat in my chair at the dining room table and watched with joy a moment rare in our…