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When you are the ‘only’. . . it takes just one. . .
So Who Cares. . . Nobody I guess. . . Except you do. . . All it takes is just one I hear, to look for the sun to rise each morning. . to look at the moon at night and wonder, where home is. . . to keep the world turning on its axis.…
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When Each Day Is A Victory . . . and our hands touch. . . .
Oftentimes we wish for words to say the wonderful phrase, that gives motive or impetus to a frame of mind that catapults our committed to things of highest value. Yet there may be no words to say what needs be said. What is upfront is already between the eyes. I remember looking in the mirror…
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Ideas. . the power behind the horse. . .
This is from a journal entry shortly after my cardiac arrests. Again I mention since my head works in quantum physics, it is as yesterday. The scribing is as true today because time is our measure, the measure our planet works with. I had been slothful I wrote because I read immersed in family sagas…
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Among the earth’s persons. . racing toward his truth. . .
We were sitting at dinner on the Farm visiting with my beloved burly brothers. I had been the first sister amid 5 brothers born and never doubted their love. They were my introduction to the world of men and they could do everything. And when I first talked with words of meaning, I announced…
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You are invited. Come, we eat. . . .
We become what we feed our mind. ***** Become the person you want to meet coming down the street. ***** When you form the question, you already know the answer because you form the question. ***** Hopefully the added years bring thoughtful conclusions. You feed your mind what? ***** It is not said that understanding…
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All My Heart Required. . . .thank you . . .
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Is However Long We’ll Talk. . . Psalms of Love. . .
However long. . . . Coming into a chosen family will be what someone will call a misfit. And the label will stick. This often is a child with a need to know everything and talk. There will not be anyone to listen. Because there will be other children, work to do, buses to…
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It Is A Fact. . . Know It. . .
Believe because it is true. . . . . As we approach Valentine’s Day, to all who are bereft and do not or have not known love, what is missed is something you have known somewhere at some time else you would not know you miss it. One day it will be yours again. It will…
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My God Watches Me. . .
I had a journal entry I looked at that had hostility levied on differences in us and I thought it time to look at what unites as human beings. It is a simple character attribute. When we were children our parents expected we would be truth tellers. We were asked the simple question. . brushed…