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In Love We Pray. . . amen and amen. . . .
As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curled about each other and I marveled at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other. And I felt that nothing, no other world would ever make me feel such blessedness in my hands’ ability to do so many…
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And Sunday Comes. . .
Sometimes there sweeps over one a feeling saying ‘that’s how I always felt’ whatever prompts a memory. It could be a scent or sunlight or something triggering a wave awakening response long dormant. Often one knows where it originates but often the ‘always’ has no beginning at least in this lifetime. This following feeling is…
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In Memory. . . Once Upon A Time. . . .
Still with talk across the dinner table I asked this philosopher-legal how my philosophy sounded to his professional ear. Well, he said, it is not new and I have heard it before, Plato, for instance. Uncredentialed and unbelieving, I still gulp. In memory, this day, of his leaving this Earth, we consider ourselves forever privileged…
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The Bread of Life. . .
Books, Learning. . . . Bread of Life. . . . If asked if the journey was worth it, seeing how many dreams found not their time, what would I say? Looking at these two photos that came within two or so weeks of each other, I would have to say the legacy is priceless.…
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In The Mirror Is The Answer. . .
In The Mirror Is The Answer. . . . THE TEACHER SPEAKS. . . .It is useless to say that we can be non judgmental when we make judgments of necessity all day long. What we must not judge are the places an Other comes from when we look upon cultural ways. When we understand…
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You Were Wondering. . . Mystic in Today’s World?. . .
I am often asked where ideas come from. In reviewing my life with journals (why was I so detailed about feelings?) I see where poetry came to life. I seem to have lived a life in conference, in conversation on a level understood with matched souls. The photo is of our home for 45 years…
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In Memory of a Good Friend. . .
It is written that if you can count good friends on one hand, you are rich. I was right to count myself as a very rich lady. All have already transited, and another one or two still far younger than I, will follow long after me. I want to write what is a good friend…
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Now, More Than Just Dogs. . .
I came across something in my metaphysical research years ago that has guided my relationship with animals, mainly dogs. It was written that when souls wish to taste Earth life again, but do not want to take on human bodies, they send a fragment of their soul into an animal. It is a belief of…
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All Children: Righteously Entitled. . . my need to see. . . .
This weekend the grandparents of Emma E. came to visit and brought with them a book. This book is a creative endeavor of the artist Claudia who has graciously illustrated so much of my work. This time the grandfather of this child has charmingly caught both granddaughter and grandmother reading. When Emma E. comes to…
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A Cosmic Hug. . .
A Cosmic Hug. . I had a dear brother in law who said he liked asking me questions because he knew I researched everything I opinioned. Unless I had either experience or knowledge, I refrained expression. I considered his a high compliment. So when I learned of gravity or weighted blankets, I began the long…