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To Speak With Heart . . .
(Because I feel iffy and at 6’s and 7’s, weighing in on me is where do I go. I scribed this journal entry December 26, 2020 and edited it for space. ) Sit a spell and listen. If we could enlighten you we would. If we had knowledge of this world to which you…
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To Answer. . . our very best. . .
This has been a hard year for all with unavoidable obstacles. We have wondered together if there would be Light beckoning to grant some reprieve during these holy days and holiday season. There was and is but we do not let up on our vigil until given word it is so. The journey has…
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We Are The Music. . . .
I was nicely surprised by my niece Linda to receive a photo of this wall quilt displayed in her home; from an exhibit in Oak Park, IL in 2012. Linda graciously nudged my memory to help remind me. As in all memories, coming forward, tightly wrapped, deep within time’s measure. . .familiar territories. . .…
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The Past Is Still Happening. . . .
I looked for the journal entry until I had to stop last night because of a heart willing itself to stop if I did not. My eldest son as well as a beloved friend once called my persevering tendency unnerving. Both vowed they could not live my way. I learned much later to…
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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…