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In Love We Pray. . . amen and amen. . . .
As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curled about each other and I marveled at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other. And I felt that nothing, no other world would ever make me feel such blessedness in my hands’ ability to do so many…
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In Memory. . . Once Upon A Time. . . .
Still with talk across the dinner table I asked this philosopher-legal how my philosophy sounded to his professional ear. Well, he said, it is not new and I have heard it before, Plato, for instance. Uncredentialed and unbelieving, I still gulp. In memory, this day, of his leaving this Earth, we consider ourselves forever privileged…
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The Bread of Life. . .
Books, Learning. . . . Bread of Life. . . . If asked if the journey was worth it, seeing how many dreams found not their time, what would I say? Looking at these two photos that came within two or so weeks of each other, I would have to say the legacy is priceless.…
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In The Mirror Is The Answer. . .
In The Mirror Is The Answer. . . . THE TEACHER SPEAKS. . . .It is useless to say that we can be non judgmental when we make judgments of necessity all day long. What we must not judge are the places an Other comes from when we look upon cultural ways. When we understand…
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You Were Wondering. . . Mystic in Today’s World?. . .
I am often asked where ideas come from. In reviewing my life with journals (why was I so detailed about feelings?) I see where poetry came to life. I seem to have lived a life in conference, in conversation on a level understood with matched souls. The photo is of our home for 45 years…
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In Memory of a Good Friend. . .
It is written that if you can count good friends on one hand, you are rich. I was right to count myself as a very rich lady. All have already transited, and another one or two still far younger than I, will follow long after me. I want to write what is a good friend…
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Now, More Than Just Dogs. . .
I came across something in my metaphysical research years ago that has guided my relationship with animals, mainly dogs. It was written that when souls wish to taste Earth life again, but do not want to take on human bodies, they send a fragment of their soul into an animal. It is a belief of…
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All Children: Righteously Entitled. . . my need to see. . . .
This weekend the grandparents of Emma E. came to visit and brought with them a book. This book is a creative endeavor of the artist Claudia who has graciously illustrated so much of my work. This time the grandfather of this child has charmingly caught both granddaughter and grandmother reading. When Emma E. comes to…
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I Endow My World. . a hyacinth for her soul. . . .
A hyacinth for her soul. . . When I first started blogging, 8 years ago in 3 months, I was given a voice. I had just had my 80th birthday and hoped to crowd the ethers with a particular view. I was told I was ‘many dimensional in kaleidoscopic perspective.’ Come again? In the vernacular…
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How High Up You Reach. . . .
(Excerpt from a letter) From what I know, because my own hero’s journey was strewn with rocks and unbelievables, and has taken a lifetime, I want to say if it has value, mull it over. If it does not apply, discard for the moment. My good friend Jan often said, ‘don’t laugh, this time next…