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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…
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Born To See
Born To See You ask, how do you do it to see what you see? And I say, my heart pools in my eyes and I weep with the poignancy of love. I see the generations who have worked the fields and the August sweat that poured off brows to be wiped by the…
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An Argument
An Argument It was an argument persisting its stuff as all of them do. I say. . . . the camera portrays what the photographer perceives. And he insisted. . . . . that the camera sees the fact in nature and records it as such. I say. . . . a fact in nature…
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There Is Unfinished Work Everywhere
There Is Unfinished Work Everywhere. There are some things I simply cannot go back to. As I read past journals, I do a lot of delving to see what I skipped over and what I did not integrate. I then see what direction I must take. There are some things I cannot go back to. …
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A Journey Of Note
A Journey of Note With these, the words of my language and pieces of my heart, are memos of this journey to the top of the mount. It was not easy and I cannot say for sure how long in years the trials have gone. It consumed a private life as dogma was pulled out…
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With a Singular Voice, We Pray
With a Singular Voice, We Pray, Grant me peace, O’ Lord God, to this house I live in and carry with me to the end of my days. Let me see the beauty in everything and everyone. Help me to understand what is mine and what is not. And understand that what…