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First, It Was a Dialogue. . .(they did not know. . . )
How do you do it? I barrel down into my center and listen with my inner ear and hear what my heart says. It is within that I have my world. This is what and where I am at home. And this is not something that can be taught. It is how the twig is…
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The Last Illusion. . . .Privacy. . .
It seems our heads should be our bastion of privacy. At least we thought so except we think now it is also the last illusion we hold. For among us walk those whose heads are like magnets. Picking up thoughts lying profusely about, without an anchor. But there they sit ready for the…
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Just For You. . . You Are Worth It. . . .
I guess one could call me legitimately broken as a human being this morning. I sit here with my headband made of 1 inch elastic stretched to the measurement of my head covered with a casing of fabric to look a bit fashionable. It helps a head that hurts but with no side effects…
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For Sitting On The Porch. . . .
Few of us have means to hire out the prep work necessary to maintain our homes. And getting the porch stained and ready to enjoy the summer is ours to do. To sit at night, to wrap up the day, is such a simple thing and yet it is food for our souls we are…
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Even The Inanimate. . . God Participants All. . .
With my coffee I sat and read the entry stating vengeance is mine saith the Lord. And to me it meant balance. Man was at the place of growth at the time, with the concept of balance needing to be introduced. And for man the concept had to come from that greater something man worshiped.…
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The Why of a Life. . . .
She was a young friend and unable to see the many aspects of ‘why did I settle for so little?’ with the direction my life took. When the full impact of the time of her birth with the battle for equal rights and the still emerging weight of the question she asked connected, she would…
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When Words Wound. . .Evolution Halts. . . .
Words Wound. . . Evolution Halts. . . Children are wounded when they first tell a truth that is uncomfortable or embarrassing to their audience. And no doubt it is a much loved parent the child is excitedly telling something. But realizing they are saying something hurtful or worse laughable when the child speaks…
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By Whose Authority? . .I Am My Own Authority! .
When this photo came the other day I could see a young woman of stature and maturity in answer to the question ‘By whose authority?. . . whatever the problem. . . . saying firmly that ‘I am my own authority!. . . . ‘ because her ancestry endows her. I give a brief synopsis.…
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Honed Beliefs Made Manifest. . .purpose of lives lived. . . .
A value system is what is honed by a lifetime or many lifetimes lived as beings, and not necessarily only as the human that we know. It can reflect lifetimes of worlds not visible to the human system of values or cognizance of them. What the value system will show is what has been driven…
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Later Comes Too Late. . . .
Not now! Later! . . . . It is time to be reminded not to spend recklessly what we cannot recover. It was a late night comedian we were watching and he was interviewing a married couple who were both American song stylists. Already you know it was some time ago. Asked how they…