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Wrongful Death
We have put so much faith in the medical profession but they ultimately cannot deliver us from death. Oftentimes in our western culture, agonies are prolonged as surrounding relatives make their peace with what a very wise teacher once said to a student, the only thing you have to do is die. The homework is…
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Loved Into Being
I said, ‘You have to take it personally, or you cannot play the game at all. The lessons, like plants, cannot be absorbed by osmosis, if they are to reach the head and heart. What would be the purpose of the lesson if it could not be applied where you are? Love is played for…
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Winner of Common Thread Give-a-way
I am pleased to announce the winner of our Common Thread Give-a-way. And she is Julie. So if Julie will contact me at fromanupperfloor.com I will send a copy of The Last Bird Sings to her. I hope she will enjoy the book and that it will become a favorite friend to go back to…
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Common Thread Give-a-way
It is a pleasure to be a guest on the Common Thread Give-a-way. Involved are Kim Gifford ( Pugs and Pics) and Jane McMillen ( little house home arts) and Rachel Barlow (picking my battles) and then Maria Wulf , fullmoonfiberart.com. I am offering my book called The Last Bird Sings to the winner. Names…
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What It Means To You
The question was asked of me, what exactly do you mean with that quote? And I said that I knew what I meant but my meaning might not make sense to another. But it was important enough to me that I wrote it with my machine because I thought it might make sense to someone…
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Begin With A ‘Maybe’
Oftentimes in my comments I will say that if I can introduce a `maybe ‘ into someone’s thinking, we can help broaden premises. Because I have lived long enough to see old ideas fail, am I open to new ideas. After due thought, I incorporate them but also realize that others are not as eager…
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Where Can We Go?
As the sparrow falls it is noted and the quality of life is diminished by one. Long ago the feathers were counted. The color of the downy beast was subtly painted into the rainbow. A child is born in the forgotten regions of a world too busy to take note. The borning is observed, however,…
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I Bring Into Sweet Focus
And I heard the young one say, and I know this true, he said, that this lady likes to work with blue cloths is because he said, that she said this is what heaven is like. And I want to know he said, how does she know? And I told him that some people just…
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Legacy
The house is quiet when I enter this private place, this holy place, to listen to my private oracle, my comforter, while I chase down my holy grail. This holy grail for me is my philosophy, that I spent a lifetime pursuing. I was pushed and pulled into a blackened pit strewn with many lifetimes’…
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The Boarder Ashley
We hardly knew you Babe. You walked in and out of our lives daily, leaving a dust of footprints on our hearts. But we knew you were ours when first we met you. A face like yours was much at home with laughing and crying. We mostly loved loving you. It seems we were born…