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Gleanings. . .
Reason will convince in its own time. Violence never does. ***** Reason will convince doubly with example. ****** Life is purposeful, though not entirely reasonable. There is no more reason above man than there is where he is. ***** All of Earth is a demonstration in belief systems. This is the place where diverse…
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The Mortgaged Soul. . .
Taking Time. . . You say that it takes all your time to do what it is you do. And you are the only person who can speak from that point of knowledge knowing what is required. But we were all born doing reference work in the Talmud which teaches that the purpose of life…
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A Toast From The Heart. . .
A Toast For a New Beginning. . . . Let us drink in the sight of each other and let loose those preconceived dreams keeping us from breathing in the essence of the new year. With these we will face a blessedness comparable to none. Come, drink and be merry. We will…
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The Road To Damascus. . . .
Just One Time. . . . All it takes is one cosmic experience and your life is changed forever. Just one and either you will run down the street in your altogether and the men in white coats will take you away or it will alter your life so that even you won’t recognize the…
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A Time In The Heart. . .
It never occurred to me before. As often as I said that this is a classroom of a first order, and we must keep it not only for ourselves but for those to come, it just never occurred to me that it was the purpose of the…
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The Light In Our Hearts. . .
We carry the Light in our hearts and it reflects in your eyes. You carry the heat of its flame and we both are warmed. Silvery, silvery night, piercing as the child’s cry cuts sharply into complacency, peace-ing the soul; unerringly slipped into a world of nights to make a difference. The Light and Flame…
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What The World Needs. . . .
The Tender Embrace. . . We all speak from memory. Whether it is ours or not, it makes little difference. For within us it is so that the one time speaks for all time. And everything else is a variation on a theme. I could not know how deep the emotion which evoked the…
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And Gather Moonbeams. . .
We Dance. . . We dance then through the night sky and gather moonbeams for our baskets. . . We strew them onto the paths of the children who will pick them up and throw them with joy to the night sky. They will be stars again to be gathered by a one who recognizes…
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Tangible Slices of Memory. . . .
This was from the box of forget-me-nots that I couldn’t part with. This was the first Christmas card I made. With whatever I have gained in computer literacy, I have been able to restore a reasonable semblance of the faded copy I was able to unearth. There was no discretionary income to spend on materials,…
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To Sweep Clean My Father’s House. . .
I Am Not Finished. . . When I was a girl I learned only because I hung onto my anger (as fuel for my work) that I could find the energy to continue with what was demanded and not give up. This is what keeping on with keeping on means to me. Anger ( used…