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Not Better, Not Lesser, but Diverse. . . .
It was 2 ½ years ago that I posted what a stumbling block I had and did not know I carried. When something was so obvious to me, all evidence pointed, words written, pictures and all, yet sitting across the table was one shaking his head no. I was reading into the subject. It did…
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It Is What It Is . . .
It All Connects. . . . This is kind of a sidebar explanation that I connected in my head from a long ago comment. But first I want to say that an errand had to be run because we are still in the reconstructing of a kitchen needing final finishes. I asked son John who…
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Education wears many booties. . . .
Knowing the comics section as I do, it appears that she’s studying Doonesbury, which thrills my heart! Of course she’s already read Dilbert (on the front page)… Love, Emma E’s grandfather I never knew the supreme abilities of the comics to educate. I remember when our two eldest, Tresy and David first…
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When Your I Am Is Recognized. . . life’s dynamics. . . .
When your I Am is recognized. . . life’s dynamics. . The first time I became aware of being recognized as someone Other than this Veronica was having my brother Mike’s face light up like a Christmas Tree when I came to his house. He was in the process of leaving life and when I…
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You Have To Reach High . . . .
Mar 10, ’87. . . I scribed. . . Where discipline is not thought to be self imposed. . . To know when one demeans one’s own system, is to debase the spirit within. It is all a value system. A value system. And a value system worth its salt will not be maligned in…
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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…