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How To Do It. . . .
You ask. . . On focusing, your thoughts, your words. . . how do you do it? I say. . . I barrel down into my center and listen with my inner ear and hear what my heart says. It is within me that I have my world. This is what and where I…
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After The Storm. . .
To those who have inquired and wondered how we have weathered Hurricane Matthew, we did well. The Refuge behind us soaked up water as it was designed to do and our home withstood the elements handily. Thank you for your concern and this hurricane will do nicely for the rest of my days. Uneventful is…
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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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Her Voice Will Be Heard. . .
I had intended to do a post on my blog this morning but after reading Maria Wulf’s post this morning on her blog, http://www.fullmoonfiberart.com I am giving her space because her essay is well written and pertinent to our time. For those women who are of recent years and have had no experience with sexism I…
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The All is Essence. . .
Prayer To The Essence of The Great God To the essence of the great and holy god, we offer ourselves in our bounty and in our sorrows. We ask that we be allowed to enter with all that we are and all we hope we can be. Let us lift our heads to the glories…
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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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In The Midst of The Secular. . . .
Because of the head that sits on my shoulders, I have worked this life the best I could. Because I grew up in a house of brothers, I learned to do many things simply by observing. They tolerated my presence and I learned to watch and say nothing that would get on their nerves.…
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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…