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Say This I Can Do. . .and hold in your hand. . . .
I want to show you the final results of the blue material I made on post previously. This I completed and wanted you to see what you can do just for fun. It is a creative endeavor and limited only by the boundaries you set. And I hope they will be few. The next…
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In A More Perfect World. . .
There were just a few of us gathered when we were young and the talk was rising in enthusiasm about what a swath to be cut by the young on the political scene. There was energy and ideas with a tail wind to push these things to fruition. We would make a difference where our…
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A Peace of Mind. . . .
It is not the mystery of life which stunts man and does not beguile him to further thought. It is the work involved. ***** It is not easy for Wendy to become Tinkerbell in one fell swoop. Not without destroying Peter Pan in that fell swoop. ***** Statistics are meant to sell beer and not…
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Do. . . and you will be shown how. . . .
Do . . . .And you will be shown how. . . . When I was a girl Shirley Temple curls were popular and I sorely wished for a doll with real hair. I wanted my doll to have curls. My mother occasionally bought Honey Crush bread I think it was called and I coveted…
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On Wings Of Hope. . . .
Once Covered With Dreams. . . . Some may think there might be no choice on anyone’s part for any thing. All things may be a matter of destiny. Many think there are choices in all avenues. But supposing there are no conscious options. Supposing conscience already speaks on issues and there are no…
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Show Me. . .the highest altar of the Mind. . . .
It was only in rereading the journals for August of ’17 that I happened to come across these words. Oftentimes I don’t get back to entries long after they are written. And then I am often humbled by what is given. I am in the midst of this mental conference and when fatigue overcomes, I…
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To Feed My Spirit. . . .
Lately I find myself not equal to the day’s events. And considering how close the century mark hovers, it is not unusual. But I cannot remember with this body how I rose to the occasions when events played havoc with my heart. So I take myself to the work table and create something from scratch. …
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White Anglo Saxon Protestant. . . what it means to me. . . .
White Anglo Saxon Protestant. . . what it has meant to me. . . The families had gathered for our marriage and we were getting ready to leave. The favored aunt in my new family said in parting, I hope you are good enough for him. I gasped and stumbled and was silent. There…
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With Full Knowledge of the Song. . . .
The Last Bird Sings. . . They said the pressures were such that would have put a pipe fitter under the foundation. . . I, naive, thought when I heard that she would not know she was between waxed sheets under a hot iron thought they talked of you. . . And I, obviously impaired…
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We Are Heaven’s Reflection. . . are we proud?. . .
My readers are the most intelligent of the top one percent of the reading public. They teach by their comments all the time. Some of them wish not to be quoted which I respect and cherish also those who comment publicly. I grasp with eagerness what they say. One said there are places I would…