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Grandparents. . . the best magic. . . .
If I could wave my magic wand and grant a loving wish to all children born into whatever worlds are chosen, I would choose to garnish all wishes with the best wish of all. . . to grant a curious mind. And the curious mind announces its arrival by the first simple ‘why?’ To accompany…
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It Takes A Solomon. . . .a war of words. .
August 30, 1990–I scribed Teacher observation. . . . When we speak of values we talk of those things making a difference in the single understanding. We do not talk en masse but of individuals and when one does that, one’s footwork begins at home with oneself. It takes a war of words to…
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How Much Better. . . if we listen. . .
Some readers have difficulty with my saying I scribe yet writers have forever said they write in the flow or with their muses or simply nodding wisely and saying nothing. I say I know when the writing is mine and saying I scribed means I hear in silence and from where it comes is where…
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From My Plate. . .
Perspective depends on how open one’s head is. Or how tightly closed it is. ***** We yearn with the client for a vacation in an Eden which feeds and does not accuse. …
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Everlasting Life. . we are already in Eternity. . . .
Life Everlasting. . . we are already in Eternity. . . . I scribed you cannot list the world’s disorders without revealing yours in duplicate. If one cannot relate to the ills surrounding, can we expect something to be done with what is not seen? Is life to be lived for others or for self…
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Out of Nonsense. . . comes Sense. . .
Life before Covid had us all Monday morning quarterbacking at the water cooler about the weekend’s highpoints. This time we witnessed the dancing in the streets with the election’s electoral count yesterday. And with Mary Trump, professional Psychologist and niece of the incumbent president, along with the almost hundred year old eyes researching the why’s…
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Our Coat of Many Colors. . .
July 9, 2020 Thursday 4:40 a.m. (excerpt from journal entry) And the thought again is to write of my coat of many colors, and should title it our coat of many colors. Since I have memories, of who I portrayed over the centuries, and have written of my dreams, seeing who I was…
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A Chance To Make Better. . . .
Gratitude. . for lives consciously loved through. . . . . . She was a friend of the boys and came to share her grief with life; an aspiring legal mind that looked to reason the why of it all. She asked in despair, why did you settle for so little? Words escaped me because…
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Scribings. . . .
Scribings. . . . To stand straight need not be at the expense of another’s fall. It can be because of one’s need to reach higher than one knows. ***** Facing one’s self in declining years is a task best left to those who point to kudos on their walls. Their sights…
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A Cosmic Prayer for Mankind. . . .
Much crowds my head and I would wish to put it out like a grand buffet. But it would bring dyspepsia for the majority and who would turn away. But life is a balanced judgment. We seem to be fed what we need and purposely not what we want. And that is where good…