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Far Beyond Where We Are. . . . .
Recently I was lost in thought and found myself saying out loud that I have to get back to teaching! I surprised myself but to whom was I speaking and what world but more importantly, at what depth? I remember a conversation at dinner where there was argument and I exasperatedly said, the wrong people…
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Not Much Time To Frolic. . . .
Today I thought that many events in my life were practice literally for what was to be revealed. I did not know that of course, but I rehearsed for what I thought right and good. I became involved in being who I thought I could be. There was a phrase when I was growing…
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The Harvest Moon. . . .
The night will bring a harvest moon. I have seen many and they are special. Brilliant and lighting the sky with magic, even though it is Friday the 13th. I hope there will be dancing with moonbeams and children will laugh as they gather them in baskets like rare gems designed only for…
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Worry. . .Still An Advanced Skill. . . .
I Am Sorry, but it takes smarts. . . . When I hear the words hitting my soft spot with a why should I worry? You do such a good job of it! I want to be mean and snarky and say we would still be crawling on our bellies if we did not have…
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The Earth Gods Know. . .we do not swim alone. .
Journaled December 1992 . . . following. .the Great Nor’easter. . december’92 Nature expounds her presence with all. She ventures to shout her presence. She sends storms and pestilence and calm days and sunny skies to announce her presence. She grants to all the balm of her existence. But she angers and cries…
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A Woman Of Great Wealth. . .
It was a hard move for all of us leaving over a hundred acres of camp property we were living on in Connecticut to move to city life in Michigan. From a lake with mountains and an 1800 farm house to a house with eight feet on either side was what we were looking…
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A Sane Oasis In Troubled Times. . . .
Bucket or also known as Rain Hats. . . . When I was young , there were people in my circle, friends of parents, or neighbors sitting on their porches whom we thought were wise old people. They were mainly with time on their hands it seemed, obviously going nowhere. What happened to all…
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A Rich Legacy. . . .
Close to where they live, the family gathers to enjoy what is left of the summer. And Emma E. basks in the attention and love her presence assumes. And this should be the right of every child chosen to come to us. Because we choose them. I have mentioned before that for over half a…
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We Speak. . .
We Speak. . . We say goodbye with body language. See. . . we know when our arms are circling each other they will not release until our hearts press our knowledge one to the other. And we look with watery eyes that no longer see…
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The Process Is All. . . .
‘You Are My Best To Be.’. . . I could hear the words . . ‘too bad all the others could not have been made this way.’ And the response was that this is what creativity was all about. That with each new effort there is improvement. And the creator of the art or article…