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Apriori. . . the twig is (already) bent. . .
Apriori. . .the twig is bent. . . It’s a loaded question, this one of evolution. Ask anyone’s definition, they will either stutter or give an answer that barely touches the meaning. Mostly they will be arguing whether it is man-animal or animal-man we have in mind. Or they do. To confirm the statement…
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Another Meaning to Life Everlasting?
My friend and I were sitting in the hall waiting for the class doors to open. I looked at the hanging painting and had to look away. It made me sick to my stomach. I knew the painting but not the artist. It was of a one floor building, stark in a barren landscape. …
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Be That One Someone. . .
In the midst of catastrophic events such as the ongoing flooding in Texas, we wonder if what we are able to do can truly make a difference. It seems this topic is being brought up often lately in our lives and the little we are able to do individually seems small indeed. Even when…
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The Universe I Know. . . .
Sometimes things need to be repeated because the lesson has been worn and the fit now is less traumatic. On November 5th, 2013 USA TODAY had an article that the space observatory Kepler telescope had shown that about 8 billion stars in our galaxy had planets almost the size of Earth that could support…
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Crowded Into Minutes. . .
What I contribute to are more philosophical questions than most are interested in. More biblical inquisitions than I would go for answers. I don’t know but what there are few sources that I would find cogent or even unbiased. There are those who argue the universe is benign. I find myself venturing toward its…
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On Bended Knee. . . Peace-d
It is on bended knee that I approach my blog with what nearly a century of living has taught. With what I have learned of our holographic universe, acknowledging talents given at birth or contracted for I must speak my experience. It is a linear world we live in to help us learn. It can…
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The Vault Of God. . . you know, my friend, you know. . . .
‘How did you know to do it?’ he asked. I loved and raised babies and painted roses on their cheeks and planted evergreens in their hearts. Now you should put the sabers at the foot of the evergreens. The dove sings high, gargles her song at times, but you know my friend,…
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The Love Offering. . . the word is god. . . .
They were just children with a love offering. It glinted in the ground and when picked up it glittered as a star in the sky. Of course it would be given to the one loved most! And with grimy hand and full heart it was. With words accompanying the gift, they spilled as starbeams through…
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Trust; Maudie Again??
Maudie Again? Impossible! Maybe???? In April of 2016 I wrote of Maudie and Jack, the doves who took up residence one year beneath the patio cover of our Michigan home. They sat on eggs and hatched two babies. I did not take photos of that time but I did take notes. Since then there…
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You Are The Cherished Purpose. . .
You wonder if you make a difference. You’re those things that escape the notice of people. But without the daily doings of choice, of comforts, of niceness, the world could not go on. The smallest act of mercy has large repercussions. Remember that. When the smallest act of kindness is received, it is passed…