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A Matter Of Heart. . .
(It was after a family wedding that I was getting thank yous off to everyone. I kept letters to those I wrote so I would not forget anyone. In rereading journals I came across this one to my mother, Jenny, that I would like to share. It spoke my heart and on this Mother’s…
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A Place Of Rest. . . .
There can be less stress and stronger heartbeats if the persons involved could call upon what it is they know to help relieve situations, and if not situations, then relieve themselves . In every place, in every nook and cranny that houses a soul, there is a place to go. If not physically, then within. …
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Gift of Thought. . .
Unless you can share your heart, you cannot enter into a liaison with anyone and raise a family. ***** Take love and use it and it will heal the rift which threatens to become a chasm man will never be able to cross by himself. ***** To ask in thought for help presumes the presence…
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Time For New Thoughts. . .
July 30, 2014 journal entry scribed . . . . (we do not want your readers to think that the hero’s journey can only be undertaken when one has free time. We want them to see that it can be undertaken when one is in the midst of chaos and that it does give some…
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Never More Than A Heartbeat Away. . . .
Never More Than A Heartbeat Away . . . The wind had blown over the huge tomato plant and he was out of patience with his mother with her directions as to how to support it. Her instructions were explicit and he shouted it’s only a plant! And she almost in tears shouted back, it’s…
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To Want The Priceless Gift. . .
I Want For Mother’s Day. . . a grown up world. . . . As I approach my 86th birthday in a few weeks, and on the eve of another Mother’s Day, I hope I am closer to understanding what life is about and maybe have you understand why this white haired woman sees…
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Where We Cook The Oatmeal. . .
In the many studies on love and goodness, what appears to be evident is that when one is aware of good and when one comes to the time to do good, the choices are few to do other than good. When you become better and better, your options cease. Heaven goes one better. When approaching…
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Crowded With Saints. . . invisible
When I try to explain what track my thinking has taken in my life, even as a child or a teenager when a peer said that I talk as if I am reading out of a book, I am at a loss. In the following excerpt from The Last Bird Sings, Marshall, the student…
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Thought in Flight. . .
We cherish not the dream or the believer but the One who sparks the dream. ***** The bushel is moved and in the space of a candle, the world is lit. ***** Love ventures into areas where courage falters but the heart makes waves. ***** The highest framework we can choose is…
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In Tribute To A Beloved. . .
To Lift The Plough At Last. . . She said to me that when she felt Spirit ebbing, she would toss her suitcase in the car and take off for The Farm. She not only loved those who nurtured her but the Farm itself which somehow fed the city girl. There, nothing was demanded…