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The Prayer Altar
The Prayer Altar There are always memories that burn the heart. The only thing to do is take them to the prayer altar and do with them what you will. If you cringe at the thought of prayer because of discomfort for whatever reason, think of prayer being the quiet internal place when your heart…
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Running Toward One’s Truth. . Paradigms
A child’s albatross. . . . .The old adage of what is done in the home must stay in the home is a bird wrapped around the neck and the damage done to the children is inestimable. Stay away from the classes where teachers are known not to ruffle feathers. You will be comfortable and…
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Entering Before Us
Entering Before Us We carry our values with us as silent companions. When we enter a room we know immediately if we fit. Our value system has entered the room before us. And everyone already knows whether we are accepted. We might as well have the Sargent of Arms announce us. How important…
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The Winter Sky
The Winter Sky The winter sky shimmers with the flints of the icy shards falling with purpose. The glint of them, love, has you remembering the long nights in a sometime past. Where and who you wonder, shared the beauty, sparking a million stars, in a time not to be repeated? It was…
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Upon Entry
Upon Entry Upon entry, we shed the mufflers and the gloves, the vests and boots, ready as any warrior to fight the cold. The hot tea is a choice companion for us, as we sit and warm ourselves before the fire. A promised relief we find in each other, as we no longer…
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Love Beckons
The Teachers Speak. . . . . When you nurture love into being, when you expand the limitations of one and not labeled them insufficient or stupid, you have prodded a self concept into using strength and innate ability to understand something used and feared all of a lifetime. They may not remember who…
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The Best Of All Worlds
When a teenage grandson arrived into our family, my talks with him were cerebral and pithy. We were in my basement study and on the wall was a quote which I had paraphrased from something I was reading and his mother, an artist, had illustrated. (We have since used the drawing on the cover of…
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In Awe Of Spirit
In Awe Of Spirit. . . .to believe or not to believe? In answer to the question to believe or not, the author Rosamunde Pilcher,(excellent descriptions of the English countryside) in Winter Solstice has one of her characters saying ’I would find it uncomfortable to live in a world where I had no person to…
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I Will Sing Songs of Love
I Will Sing Songs of Love You listen wisely and I will sing songs of love, concluding a life of harsh lessons. They were not easy, love, because you were eager for Light. . . . The darkness penetrated every portion of life, too deep ever to see Light. So we gambled on a…
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A Depth by Ascent
In discussing the inadequacies of language that plague me much of the time and have left me stuttering, searching for a word, I knew that somewhere I was familiar with a word that described a feeling or thought or some occurrence which was lost to me in this world. I knew I could go to…