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Different Can Be Good
Different Can Be Good It was a hurried morning when our two oldest sons were home from college and I told them that I had had a vivid dream and wrote down some things while half asleep that I did not know about and thought that they might. I showed them the notes. I knew…
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On Being Different
A recent journal entry on being different. The Teacher Speaks. . . . Take it this way. To be different means you step out from the crowd. When you, as an example, are different in your posing the question as well as answering with what it is you know and cannot see the difference, it…
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Many Truths
Many Truths I once heard an elder say that people only know what it is you let them know. I gasped, because I thought she actually believes this. She still believes that her thoughts are private and that secrets are truly secrets. She does not know that privacy of thought is the last illusion. That…
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A Need
A Need I possess a knowledge, supplanting the previous knowledge by just one day. The reason is this; I slept. And in the dream saw worlds, whole and hurt, clean and chaotic, built and leveled. And I saw fields with high grasses and skies not yielding to horizons and I walked I walked so far…
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Attitude With Gratitude
Even as a child I was happy to see the long, hot summer gone. With the Labor Day holiday over, for me the new year begins. The start of school again was exciting and I could hardly contain my enthusiasm for the smell of new tablets, new crayons and pencils. This excitement with learning…
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The Mind’s Sampler
(Do you ever wonder about. . . . The Martha(s) will serve and clear tables and see to the children. Mary will also do what Mary(s) do. . . .puff up the pillows and sit at the Master’s feet. It is a tenuous thread that speaks of a psychologically explainable condition. Yet it does raise…
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If You Have A Minute To Think. . . . .
One cannot legislate the future one way or another. It is happening at the precise minute you think about it. It cannot go away and no amount of fretting will change it one iota. Your acts upon your days have already sent the future into a direction which will reveal itself. Supposing man gave headroom…
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The Morning’s Bliss
Mornings have always been special. The sounds blended on the street as Princess (our then German Shepherd) and I walked. The lights in the homes spoke of early risers, the occasional car with lights on. The dog down the street spoke his urgency to get matters started. There still is a benevolence to the morning…
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Kiss The Morning Into Being
I think I will have it as my epithet. It means a word or phrase that describes an attribute of characteristic quality. I like it. Kiss the Morning Into Being For It Has Long Won The Battle Over Night. My need to know what I needed to know was my long night. It has…
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From Whence Cometh My Strength
Much comes to mind when I read Jon Katz’ s blog http://BedlamFarm.com which is a favorite. His problems I can relate to because my most formative years were on The Farm. When I write my memory is always sitting in some farmplace. His blog by guest…