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A Perspective
To forgive and forget has become a shopworn edict. It can work just so long but when you realize that the god of the other person weighs your interest against his best interest, you might come in second. You can forgive until your face turns whatever color it is not, it still is heavy on…
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Shared Silence
It is a time past the time of talk, past the time of argues. There is a time of silence, a shared silence; a time to accept, a time to simply slip into old slippers and Be. No matter the world, this time is ours. Maybe not to fill all the empty spaces but given…
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When David Died
I say that David took the hands off my clocks. It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that. Do this now, do that before. I hate it. With a passion. I want to…
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The Dance
There is a dance that our feet learn to do when first we stand up. That dance is learned well, for even when our feet no longer dance, our phantom feet remember the dance. They itch to dance. And under penalty of death we think, we stay with it. If we decide…
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A Resolution
Let us resolve to fall in love with our Earth. Since many resolutions have already died let us fall in love with our Earth and keep her alive. Yet how does one fall in love with Earth? It is easy. It is a different kind of feeling, a oneness, a union that nothing dissolves nor…
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Gift of Time
I am in a January which thinks it is an April. I fully expect to see the rose in bloom and perhaps it is. In my mind I have transplanted the marigolds and set the annuals in their proper places. In my part of the world I awake. It is dawn and I prepare for…
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A Toast
May the winter sun warm you and the winter moon house your heart. May the world set the stage for your dreams. And may love choreograph your life. Look up! With these the New Year will be rich.
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Christmas Lullaby
The moon assists the drama heralding the arrival of the event locked within memory. A place, deep within time’s measure nudges from familiar territories the clockwise turn of events. Incense, sweet hay, pungent holly, sweeping palms, evergreen. The eye follows the moon rays to find the final beam lodged in our heart. The ear strains…
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An Offering
In all things good we ask that a Light so shine that the good works which are ours will glorify and exemplify all that is true and divine, both within us and within the Earth. We ask Divine guidance be placed upon our heads and within our hearts that we may bring to light all…
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Waiting For Santa Claus
The bare floor of the landing, midway to the top of the stairs. began to bite her knees and she grew weary. Her chin pressed the ledge of the frozen window where her breath left a misty hole. Her eyes followed the range of the stars, afraid, afraid of missing the sainted friend who would…