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Christmases Past
Do you hear?. . . . Lifetimes lived secreted behind the woolly frames of memory. We jog the frames of Christmases past. . . . Scents of pine boughs and holly berries, mince pies and cranberries. Sounds of apple crisp snow and retorting icicles, crackling fires and laughter. And the…
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The Past is Still Happening
DECEMBER CONFIRMS THE JUNE WOMAN It is June and I stand poised on the landing of the half circular staircase. I am hearing the strains of the Canon not heard in this, my lifetime. Shocked still, caught in the shadows of half remembering and yet reluctant to confront the shaded memories, I wait. She is…
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The Journey. . . . .
(they were hard years, but those times when we touched hearts, ahhhh, those were the golden days.) The Journey So we pitch our tents on the side of the quiet river and look for landmarks in the morning. It has been a full day, rafting and wandering through the rapids hoping for a…
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Chance Encounters
Chance Encounters You cannot accommodate an attitude that sees only the good without giving notice to what the other is doing in laying garbage on unsuspecting shoulders. It is a real gift to be able to give voice to an Other’s most cherished beliefs but neither does it give them tools to withstand life’s disabilities…
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Answers That Know The Questions To Ask
The Lady Of The Blue Cloths Can we go today, he asked? Perplexed, I looked at him and wondered now where since most of the errands were done that we considered a must. Soon the holidays would be upon us. To the lady with the blue cloths, he said. To the lady who knows things. …
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Thanksgiving
How Much Of A Difference It was morning though the night still hung heavy, the clouds hovered, the sun unable to rise. The children gathered for breakfast, morose, unhappy and angry, heavy still with sleep. Mother looked with unhappy eyes and father, already delayed flew out the door. What could she plan for…
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Old Friends. . . .
Old Friends I summoned courage from every quarter with friends who fleshed out my life. There was Valor. . . . a recent one whom I befriended and Patience who gathered the young and nurtured them. He was special. And among these were Honesty, a brilliant one and Honor who brought up those…
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The Significance Of The Common Search
The Teacher speaks and the scribe takes dictation. . . . As long as the desire to accomplish is within us, there will be sufficient time to do what needs be done. As long as what it is we wish to do is for others and for ourselves, there will be sufficient time. Time being…
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It Is Enough
It Is Enough It is enough. . . . just breathing and feeling the north wind coming through the night. It is enough. . . . to stir my senses, to lift me from my bed, to get on with life. It is enough. . . . to work the dirty and sweaty labors…
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We Are The Reflection. . . .
We Are The Reflection . . . . of what we worship. We may not think in those terms, but our actions reflect what we think to be highest and best within us. For some seem to have come a long way and they mean to go even further. And push to extremes the psyche…