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Barroom Floors. . . the divine implications. . . .
Barroom floors and spittoons. . . . Oftentimes we are thrown onto ourselves to sink or swim. It may be a crisis at work, of illness, family or an unexplained malaise within us. We then must use inner resources simply to keep on keeping on. When conditions change, we look back and much to our…
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Guard The Children Well. . . .
Before us we have children who wish to be taught and loved and nurtured and given what children deserve. A sacred passage into the world of delights and treasures and it all begins with the desire to learn. It is within the heart of each to begin this process that sends us on a…
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After The Gathering. . . .
It is not always necessary or wise to hang onto rituals or traditions. Sometimes they are no longer appropriate to a new situation. But the loss of one of the finest customs of the past is a dinner invitation to someone’s home. In today’s world where time is at a premium, often dinner invitations take…
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A Matter Of Trust Is a Matter Of Life. . . .
Taking Flight There was a year I learned that creatures, no matter the species, have memory. Birds I found are not forgetful. I had 2 mourning doves in my hanging planter outside the back door. They started to nest that past week. The planter was hanging just on the rim of the patio cover…
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It Makes Little Difference. . . .
Excerpt from a journal entry of July 20, 1981. . . . I am responsible for who I am. The responsibility cannot be assumed by an other. I may be an alien in this world, but this world, this beautiful world is not an alien place. It is here to sustain and nourish…
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Think It Through. . . .
Men may live lives of quiet desperation but is it not better to punch out the heavens and settle the fight? ***** Some people prefer to sit on hot rocks. ***** The path for the journey…
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Rolling Thunder. . .
Back in the ‘70s when I awakened with notes written during the night with the words, ‘the past is still happening, the future has already happened and here in the Now we race to catch up with it’ I barely understood what the words meant. It was only in the past year I learned…
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The Wall Of Night. . .
Nothing To See. . . You dropped a kiss on the top of my head as you headed out the door. I wanted to hold onto what the night had brought and the morning promised. . . Too late, I think, another chance missed, to gather to ourselves what time would bring in another lifetime…
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Sweet The Arrival. . .
The Necessary Journey Breath was taken as wind whipped itself to a literal frenzy and the waters ripped the edges of shore. The moss flew at right angles from the branches of the Spanish Oaks. . . so beautiful the eyes could only tear with awe. The girth of the trees no tape could measure.…
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Toward Greater Life. . . .
Come Dance. . . As children we are taught that unless it can be touched, or tasted, or weighed or measured in some way and above all, tested in a laboratory, then it isn’t real; it is imagination. And yet to dismiss the emotion that has our heart and mind expanding to give us a…