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Conscience
Conscience is a mouth guard I wear to keep my heart from spilling onto the cold, hard ground. I would want my words to meet your thoughts, to brighten your furrowed brow and dismiss the fear from your eyes. But only when I see an invitation to speak will I let loose the guard. This…
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A Time For Making Peace
It is a time for making peace. . . . for actions that struck the core of the heart. . . . for words that sucked life out of a body still intent on breathing. Those were actions and words that should have been vented when anguish and outrage stole the child’s innocence. And now…
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Teaching The Children
The snowflakes were just barely visible when the younger looked hopeful and asked if we could make a snowman. Well I said, there really had to be a lot of snow on the ground before we could roll it up into a ball and make a snowman. But we could stay up later he said…
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About The Journey, The Process
One brother told his other brother and underscored that the journey is the only thing, the process if you will, is the only thing worth the struggle. And I found the following notes in my work from the Teacher and the Teacher said: To be able to come to this conclusion, truly is what we…
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Lessons Need Repeating
Sometimes things happen and one does not know quite how things either took a decided turn or what we did to make something happen. It seems that since I decided what I wanted to do with my wall quilts, life happened or intervened and Poof! my plans went astray. I relearned several things though. One…
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State of Mind
What I try to portray when doing wall quilts is an understanding of a time that may not exist in our time frame but does exist in memory. It may be of our memory locked in our memory vault or belong to our ancestors. It may not matter at all. But when the memory comes…
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Perspectives
There is a need I see and hurry to respond to before calamity mounts and doubles the work. You are driven by forces different than mine and your gaze dismisses the need I see. Your eyes focus instead on another sight which my eyes fail to see; completely outside my frame of reference. How is…
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Found Courage
I ask, Where did you find your courage? On what tree was it hanging that you could reach up and pluck it from its hiding place to wear as epaulettes on your shoulders? The children whisper during the night, saying their Aves to each other, hoping they will grow into courage with a red badge…
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We Can Go Home
When you have swum the rapids and come to shore, stood on the sand and found yourself upright . . . what more can there be? Perhaps, only to sing an aria from a heart overwhelmed by a love researching his own heart. . . only to find newborns who are the best of blends…
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When Love Was Hatched
If it seems all is lost, think back, when love was hatched and gave birth. . . . . to dreams of wonder and of light to make bright the darkest corner and gave us fine sons and daughters we loved into Being. We sought for dreams to outlet talents hidden between fields of mind.…