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A Family Christmas Gift
Sometimes what has been said once needs to be repeated. There is a substance to the word that speaks not only to the young but to the ones who care mightily for them. It is the kind of family gift that will bridge generations and allow the young to try their wings no matter their…
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To Begin Again. . . .a Christmas Gift
To family and dear friends who have been married for many decades and wish to give each other a gift with much hope attached, I give to you this gift of words to tuck into your card of love. Do not concern yourself that these words will be misunderstood. For love speaks in waves of…
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The Loving Place. . . . .a Christmas gift
The Loving Place A home, a hearth, the loving place that nurtures the fragile psyche, granting each the right to perceive the universe as is his to perceive. Building memories year upon year, granting courage for the hurting moments and bearing them. Yet yielding to the greater truth that life continues to be good. Granting…
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With A Glad Heart
The question was put to me, how does one teach an Other how to envision the larger picture? Especially when it comes to work? Sweaty work. Weeding gardens or fields of cucumbers? How does one teach another that to look at work from another perspective will give the person a different feel for what it…
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Give A Moment of Thought. . . . .
What it is we desire, is often delivered in spades. Trophies do not always hang on walls. Often they hang on the heart. It is more than all right to feel kindly about oneself. It is the only home one has for this space in time. Oftentimes what we call a mind set is…
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No Need For Words
No Need For Words The silence is comforting. No need for words because we have said them all, have we not? The I love you has been our greeting for centuries past and our eyes speak the loving endearment now. Hands become numb in the slightest chill, needing gloves, nay mittens, even…
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Wellspring
Wellspring We chanced from the wellspring to become living water. We were poured from a pitcher and flowed into a cup. We are the cup and we hold the living water. The part that stayed behind we call our God. . . . .not knowing we are the God that came. And what our heavenly…
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Dear Emmy. . . . .
I have long had a deep affection for the poet/philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson. He has been a faithful friend for more decades than I dare to say. His essays have been a wider lens for my world and worlds. I have dog eared my books and still they are companions. This relationship gives me…
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Because I Know
This is an idea spoken of since man first began to think about the purpose of life. Or perhaps his purpose on this planet. It deals with the idea that everything is connected throughout the ethers. That nothing happens in and of itself but is the result of an action happening because of a previous…
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A Deliverance
I don’t know where I either heard the story or read it somewhere it has been so long that it lay within me. It goes like this. There were three wise men. They were in a huddle deciding where they would hide God. One said let us put Him in the sky. No one will…