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Loved You Long Before The World Ever Was. . . .
This is the latest photo of Emma E. that I have and I love it. I think she has a big surprise that she keeps hidden but I am sure she will let me know soon. That half smile she has lurking around her eyes gives her away each time. It is a big…
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My Earth, I Take It Personally. . . .
My Earth, I take it personally. . . When I was a homeowner it was said I took it all personally and it was impossible to live like that. To me the world cannot be lived in fully unless it is taken personally. It is the only way to process information for any meaning to…
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The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . .
The Keys of the Kingdom. . . My good friend appeared at the door and said you have to learn to play and we start now. Alas, another argument begun about our differences , proving again opposites can be friends. It is my good fortune and sometimes a curse to have the ability to view…
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The Workman Prays. . .
I had watched The Sound of Music with my inlaw mother and I scribed a journal entry about it enjoying it for the umpteenth time. I edited only for space. April 12, ’93. . .It is with joy when the heart of the viewer is touched. It is joy when the hearts of man are…
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Life Balances Everything. . .
They were shadowing a century when they came to visit my in law mother and I had them all over for dinner. I had married into a U.K. background, the satellite being Scotland. Seated at a comfort meal, even the aged, ailing uncle pleaded for a taste of real food of roast beef and mashed…
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Can One Be A Better Anything Than One Is A Person?. . .
Can One Be a Better Anything Than One Is a Person? Many times, even vehemently, it has been stated that one cannot be a better anything than one is a person. And the lesson is one well taken. It would seem that more work is needed in the moral posturing of would be leaders. …
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The Ruler. . .
The Ruler . . . Do not chop me up in little pieces. I hate the sight of what I see when I see me through your eyes. I strive to be perfect and in doing so find me killing my very self. By whose yardstick am I measured that I should fall so…
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The Cost Of War?. .don’t get me started. . . .
The Cost Of War. . .Knotted Family Ties. . . She was little more than a toddler. She was plain, even mousy by standards of beauty deemed for the very few. Stringy hair, hazel eyes with poor sight even and not the porcelain English complexion esteemed by her heritage. Left with her brother in Scotland…
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We Can Always Say. . . not ready. . . .
On What We Build Our Lives. . . The construction is still in process, but we are nesting! I am not sure it is Maudie, but surely a younger. No doubt word was given that if babies are on the agenda, ‘this place is one we know and trust. And they talk to you with…
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Dreamed Into Being. . .
Physical and mental boundaries are not finite. We often speak of primitive religions disparagingly. It does not take a genius mentality to see that in this tech world we have lost the spiritual connection to the cosmic populace. We speak of life everlasting yet are afraid to die. We speak of resurrection and buy…