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Scribings. . . .
Scribings. . . . To stand straight need not be at the expense of another’s fall. It can be because of one’s need to reach higher than one knows. ***** Facing one’s self in declining years is a task best left to those who point to kudos on their walls. Their sights…
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A Cosmic Prayer for Mankind. . . .
Much crowds my head and I would wish to put it out like a grand buffet. But it would bring dyspepsia for the majority and who would turn away. But life is a balanced judgment. We seem to be fed what we need and purposely not what we want. And that is where good…
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Make It Count For Real. . . . .
Since I know that no steps are skipped in Evolution, lest we have gaps in behavior even more difficult than what we see, I admit to fatigue as the years encroach. Coming to mind from a time past is our eldest as he waited for his father to drive him to the train back to…
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Life’s Biggest High . . .
Life’s Biggest High. . . . Because of the pandemic, we get to see an aspect of newscasters working from home and giving home tours inadvertently. When the sober and serious doctor was commenting on the President’s health, the doctor’s grandson played hide and seek behind the awesome doctor with a laugh breaking out…
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Running Late. . . .
(Of late my head has too many ideas wanting a voice, even when I sit and want to write a simple catch up note. The Muses, or my Spirit Within or God About seize the moment and wish it learned. . .so Jane, here is the letter I meant to send. . . ) Jane,…
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We Must Learn From Our Past. . . . .
It was 1974 that I awakened early and wrote what I remembered. The past is still happening, the future has already happened and here in the present, we race to catch up with it. . . . . forgetting the years of my walking around the neighborhood when presented with concepts too hard to absorb. …
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The Important Words . . . .in all languages. . . .
My head is still spinning with things surfacing as if I am on memory enhancers. My take on this day is my word, my bond, my trust, my love and my honor by my teacher. It seems the meaning of those words have been lost in the jargon of our days and everything means whatever…
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Closely. . .on the altar of our hearts. . . . .
This has been a difficult week for me. Health issues put me in the hospital for 3 days and I am grateful for this time to sort out the rest of my days. I wish to share with my readers some thoughts again that have been voiced on my blog. When you know,…
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Toward a Destiny. . . . .
Wild geese move within the moments of their destiny framing patterns; struck upon the naked sky. Clocked by indiscreet motions they move in gentler waves instinctively. A buoyancy feathered, sustained by automatic evolution, lay garnered, taken by trust. Confirmed of their geesehood, they soar, with speed amid the chastening winds and luring skies.…
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A Resting Place. . . .
Conclusions are reached by methodical circumcision. We cut apart our hearts and yield what we can. ***** There will always be those things which cost dearly and have no remunerative value. They may be outside our frame of reference but are recognized when the time is right. Then you know you have paid dearly…