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Someone Has To Do The Plowing. . . .
Hope And hope is the drug, the elixir, the stimulant, the narcotic, the life saver, the god. That tomorrow will be better, that there will be a rainbow, that the snows will come and cover the door, that the rains will come and relieve the parched ground, that the vineyards will be planted, that love…
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The Laws of Compensation. . .
Too late I learn life holds the sharpest knife. Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter. The Laws of Compensation do prevail and it is a lesson most do not like to think about. Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think the die…
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Bless The Experience. . .
I needed the lesson and this blessed essay was a given. It has found readers needing the comfort and direction as I did and that I can share this again and bring comfort to others is where the blessing continues to be given. We can remember the pain of the negative experience but we…
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How To Do It. . . .
You ask. . . On focusing, your thoughts, your words. . . how do you do it? I say. . . I barrel down into my center and listen with my inner ear and hear what my heart says. It is within me that I have my world. This is what and where I…
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After The Storm. . .
To those who have inquired and wondered how we have weathered Hurricane Matthew, we did well. The Refuge behind us soaked up water as it was designed to do and our home withstood the elements handily. Thank you for your concern and this hurricane will do nicely for the rest of my days. Uneventful is…
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In Being A Child. . . .
The Importance of Differences. . . If it seems that I persist in speaking of differences in perspective, it is because that is what makes us unique, it is because of my intense desire to keep our planet alive and this classroom operative for those already here and those yet to come, who desire to…
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Savor The Minute. . .
Savor The Minute. . . Could we take the time to savor this minute? Hold it close? There will be more minutes, but none more special than this one. It tells me that you treasure our friendship, to show our true feelings that connect us, one to the other. I will remember the marks on…
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Her Voice Will Be Heard. . .
I had intended to do a post on my blog this morning but after reading Maria Wulf’s post this morning on her blog, http://www.fullmoonfiberart.com I am giving her space because her essay is well written and pertinent to our time. For those women who are of recent years and have had no experience with sexism I…
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The All is Essence. . .
Prayer To The Essence of The Great God To the essence of the great and holy god, we offer ourselves in our bounty and in our sorrows. We ask that we be allowed to enter with all that we are and all we hope we can be. Let us lift our heads to the glories…
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In These Sweet Hours. . .
I was born a person whose breath weaves its own magic during the night hours. When the world goes to sleep where I am, my eyes widen to embark on their own journey. Those sweet hours of the morning I have seen all the days of my life and have found thoughts traveling at a…