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Some Observations. . . .
Some Observations. . . How much of what crawls over memory’s house is what a person feels above doing and what is owed him or her because of who they are? And do they really know who they are? ***** Commitment must be taught. The ego must be put into place to allow…
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Apology. . .
Apology She says. . . I don’t know why but it seems that I should apologize. . . He says. . . Why do you say that? What need makes you want to apologize and to whom? She says. . . to all humanity for what has befallen. . . And He says. . .…
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This Learning Place. . .
Frank Herbert’s Chapterhouse Dune has much that demands me revisiting. Reverend Mother Odrade as she visits Sheanna says that art comforts and reassures people. Please, she thinks, don’t upset me. Just reassure me, she says. And I know what pleases me looking at the primitive painting on my bedside wall of early Americana that…
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What We Do For One. . . no lost causes. .
Sometimes there is need to repeat a post. When this was first written it was because I felt that my efforts were strictly one sided. And then I realized that many worked under this yoke and it was time to see the greater picture. And this is a must. Our boundaries or focus are limited…
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Requiring A New World. . . .
Requiring A New World. . . Toys and distraction impinge on the infant mind and the way becomes muddied. My thoughts have traveled the distance and as all thoughts do, seeded the worlds with my infant meanderings. I see the chisels working within the worlds sculpting, the breaking of rock, the scraping of stone. It…
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AT The Precipice. . . .
At The Precipice. . . I stand at the precipice of the world, wobbly but still standing, with ancient years yielding to an Essence I refer to as the Great God. Who is it, I wonder with arms ready to receive me? Small and insignificant in this Earth place dressed in my humanity? How is…
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Take a Few Moments. . . .
**We are the cabbage and the rose at once. Earthy and ethereal, at once. **Memories are the bridge to the future. **It takes time to pick up the threads of life upon return from being away, to make room for yourself again in lives that have already taken your absence into consideration. **Old friends like…
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The Counselor. . . .
Oftentimes what I plan on doing does not happen. And in its place comes a something long incubating but not surfacing. In reading recently I came across the topic of emotions which brought Doris Lessing’s Shikasta series to mind. The series brought up many topics for consideration. And the subject of emotions are a topic…
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Approaching Earth Day. . . .as a lover. . . .
Love Letter To My Planet Earth My love affair started when I was about eight and laid upon the green grass and willed the clouds into playmates for my thoughts. I wished, I told my sky, I wished to be wise. I am not sure I knew what wise meant other than just plain smart.…
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Light Touches. . . . .
Light Touches Your light touch on the small of my back, gains for me a courage lacking sometimes to even climb the curb. I appreciate that. Somehow beneath the layers of what I hold to be the who of what I am, is a someone still of note. Comforting to lay my hand on the…