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An Evergreen For Your Heart. . .
(I falter dreadfully. There was more violence in a school this week. I say that I will make another ocean with tears that do not stop. I cannot write nor put up a heart with a rip up the middle again. Cannot sew it up again. Then I read that someone pulled up a bygone…
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To The Old Country. . . immigrant I am. . .
Immigrant . . . I watched as you worked a mind through endless turmoil, sifting and sorting truth and fantasy and arriving. . . You opened eyes and unblinkingly stated, ‘you have always known, haven’t you? How did you do it?’ I knew I could not take even a moment of self revelation away,…
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Love and Beauty. . .right to life. . .
Emma E. has been promoted to a step down to less intensive care. She is at 37 weeks and two days ago was at 3 lbs 13 oz. The camera could only catch what was in the heart of the photographer. The love and beauty of both are palpable. They should be every child’s right…
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Skimming the Ethers. . .
Mother to child with expanding knowledge. . . ‘I don’t care in what lifetime you were Pope but in this life you clean up your own messes.. ! Now!!! ***** We clean our own doorstep before the children go out so that they do not step into the muck and mire we neglected to…
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To Learn. . .the purpose of life. . .
I spent two days of non stop rereading Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean Auel recently. When the book first came out it did not have the effect on me that rereading did. I came away from it this time as I did with Doris Lessing’s Shikasta series, that everything in life has to…
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Conscience. . .the heart’s authority. . .
By My Heart’s Authority . . It was after our David left this Earth that I went back to classes at the University. I was taking a class in English Lit when the professor and I were in a discussion about religion and he said that no doubt religion was a great help to me…
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I Wish It For You. . .
There comes that time when night falls unto itself and one says I call it a day. It is time for the night air to wrap us in its ambience and for us to taste of its elixir. It is when memories are called upon that feed the soul when lives were their richest in…
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The Who Of A Mystic. . .
The Who Of a Mystic . . . Daddy, daddy don’t hit him! He is my brother! I screamed and my father was confused because he was protecting my life and my brother was out to kill me. I was the younger sister who craved the balsam to squash with my teeth and his was…
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My Dawn of Tomorrow. . . Emma E.
Amid the noisy fever and unrest of the national and international worlds seizing our attention and wanting to be in our prime time, our lives must be lived with special consideration to what we must do something about immediately. And immediate was the arrival at the end of November and starting the holiday season,…
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We Are Common Knowledge. . . to grow up. . .
When one desires to lead as an example one’s peers, one assumes a countenance of leadership. One has studied and served in various capacities throughout one’s life to ably serve fellowman so that they will be free to progress in whatever area they require. One does not play games with futures of people and have…