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A Respite. . to walk the fields. . .
The Door Closes . . . You say the door closes behind me and you cannot follow. I take my place beside the one who holds my ceded heart in his hands. All I know is here is the place I belong. No other place feels right. Though as I walk in other places, they…
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Godfriends of Caliber. . . gifts of heart. . .
This bouquet is for you. . . Tish, Marylouise, and Dorothy, Jan, and Joy, heart friends gone but always upfront; now some cyber friends distanced including (few) males attesting publicly to science, but attending silently to problems not to be tested by science gods in their pristine laboratories. All friends of caliber, all honorable characters…
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The High Jumper. . .
It has been said with anger that I set the bar too high for mere mortals to scale. It was not for them the bar was set but for me, to rise as high as the immanent god had deemed for me. I could not know that they would try to jump for me.…
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When Life Is An Act of Devotion. .love speaks . .
Grampa says . . Grandma created first homemade meatballs in eggplant/ tomato sauce over polenta with a salad of romaine, cherry tomatoes and kohlrabi with olive oil and balsamic. . . and then crafts with grandma Claudia, the talented artist. . . . And then a story to…
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We Are In Need, sorely. . .
We Lift Our Heads. . . We lift our heads as we face our Source and give thanks to these gifts beginning our day; a body without pain and a mind clear and receptive; a heart that beats steadily and ears that hear clearly. For these gifts we are grateful. Open us and allow not…
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We Teach What We Are. . .
The reasons are many for the ways of this world. It is not to see what difference we make in outward matters but what difference we can make within ourselves. Do we see where our soft spots are, places we see needing change and where to begin? What is wrought within are reasons for real…
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A Big Step. . Loving For The Right Reasons. . . .
We must love for the right reasons if we are to find peace within ourselves. When we think we must love because children must love their parents or parents their children simply because we borne them or are born to them, then when systems go awry, there is chaos within. As parents, we injure…
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A Meditation. . . does the world stand still for you?. . . .
Come with me to this place I visit often, hidden behind an eyelash; where it is Easter all the time and rebirth is not a sometime thing; where gods cavort in joyous abandon. Come, we dance. . . . Today the world stood still. In the bright afternoon sun I saw a butterfly…
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The Children Will Lead. . . but You Are The Answer. . . .
The Children Shall Lead Us. . . . Young people, some only in grammar schools, around THE WORLD have taken leave of their classrooms today to strike their concerns about the coming death of their best and only classroom. It is this planet Earth. Our only home as far as most of us know,…
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Far Beyond Where We Are. . . . .
Recently I was lost in thought and found myself saying out loud that I have to get back to teaching! I surprised myself but to whom was I speaking and what world but more importantly, at what depth? I remember a conversation at dinner where there was argument and I exasperatedly said, the wrong people…