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Take A Minute Here. . . .
Life without illusions is still worth living simply because it is sweet and beautiful enough as is. In any dimension. It is a psychic affront when the need to rest in front of the fire finds one has to build it first. But no fire warms as well as the fire one builds with one’s…
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Stop it! Don’t Hurt Him! He’s My Brother!
When much is given, much also is required. At what price, at what value is understanding? The Teacher As I look back upon the growth areas of my life, I still see the influence of the child within me. My family alternated between deep affection for me and a perplexity they could not reconcile. Mother…
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Suffer The Little Child
The Teacher Speaks. . . . Any human action which must delve into its past for a pattern for progression is bound to fail. There must of needs be new attitudes, new forms of behavior that speaks to the new man and new times. A reaching back to the cradle for behavior, for mannerisms befitting…
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You Cannot Teach Thirsty. . . .
The Teacher Speaks. . . . you cannot make a horse drink when it is not thirsty. You cannot do it. Only when the thirst is there will the horse or the person or the being know to drink to satiate. But you cannot teach thirsty. You cannot teach learning. You cannot teach hunger. You…
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Not In My Understanding. . . Orphans All
It was not in my understanding that the New Testament scripture so often quoted ‘ suffer little children and forbid them not, to come unto me for of such is the kingdom of heaven’ that the children would never grow up. If what was meant was innocence and wondrous awe I could believe. But what…
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A Considered Opinion
A Considered Opinion In Maria’s blog ( my cyber friend from fullmoonfiberart.com in recapping the story of The Red Shoes, brought to mind the fact that we especially in western societies put an enormous importance on independence. Women today feel they must contribute in meaningful ways to life or to causes that usually equate to money. …
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Come Into My Kitchen
Come Into My Kitchen There are some people one brings into the heart of the home, the kitchen, whom one at once knows they do not belong in this room. They are parlor people. I invited a dear friend and her family for dinner one day. Her son in law, a large…
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Previous Harvests
Previous Harvests Scribed on the fine parchment of memory are the summers of previous harvests. Long tables are full of heaped bowls, breads baked to a fine crust, jellies and jams wobbly in the best dishes, a must for the farmers; men who had come to levy up the huge bales of hay or to…
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Resolution
When I talk in terms of quantum theory, of parallel worlds, or the profound effect the invisible has on the visible world, it was not going to have a name for me until this year of 2015. But a different head was mine from day one. Yet in the late 60’s when the tsunami went…
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Moments
Moments Our moments were tender, those moments over coffee and whatever cheese Danish I could find. . . . We loved those times, free wheeling we said, as if cares of the day had faded from our lives. . . . No need ever to apologize for moments stolen from life’s busy encounters. They were…