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Time To Listen. . . .
Time To Listen It is not as easy as it seems. Try to think, to place in mind a picture of a Being other than human. We have our science fiction writers who give us caricatures of what they suppose we would accept. The images in fact may be actual. Consider that. I had awakened…
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A Matter Of Heart. . .
(It was after a family wedding that I was getting thank yous off to everyone. I kept letters to those I wrote so I would not forget anyone. In rereading journals I came across this one to my mother, Jenny, that I would like to share. It spoke my heart and on this Mother’s…
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A Place Of Rest. . . .
There can be less stress and stronger heartbeats if the persons involved could call upon what it is they know to help relieve situations, and if not situations, then relieve themselves . In every place, in every nook and cranny that houses a soul, there is a place to go. If not physically, then within. …
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Time For New Thoughts. . .
July 30, 2014 journal entry scribed . . . . (we do not want your readers to think that the hero’s journey can only be undertaken when one has free time. We want them to see that it can be undertaken when one is in the midst of chaos and that it does give some…
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Never More Than A Heartbeat Away. . . .
Never More Than A Heartbeat Away . . . The wind had blown over the huge tomato plant and he was out of patience with his mother with her directions as to how to support it. Her instructions were explicit and he shouted it’s only a plant! And she almost in tears shouted back, it’s…
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To Want The Priceless Gift. . .
I Want For Mother’s Day. . . a grown up world. . . . As I approach my 86th birthday in a few weeks, and on the eve of another Mother’s Day, I hope I am closer to understanding what life is about and maybe have you understand why this white haired woman sees…
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To Richly Endow. . .
To Richly Endow My head swiveled when I heard the elder blurt out, ‘but you are lucky you like to pull weeds!’ I stared openmouthed because she was serious! I thought of the past hot week where the sun did not blink and the temperature and humidity hovered at ninety. Upon her arrival for dinner…
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This Road Traveled. . .
It was a very vivid dream and I wrote of it in detail. I was moving the garden hose on the front lawn and looked up and David was walking up the sidewalk. Oh David, you are alive and well I said, and he said it is a wonder. They make as many mistakes as…
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Connections. . . everything teaches. . .
The Dinner Table . . . Everything Teaches. . . There was a little boy who sat at the holiday table with all the family and their friends. The table was set with the white cloth and the numbers of gathered friends were many. The little boy sat high on his chair and…
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Where Are You Going Absalom? . . . .
I’ve Been Before To Paradise. . . I was told that you cannot wait for anyone else to do what is yours to do. They do not have your particular understanding nor your vision. The future will be turned one page at a time and you will find your name on it. But do not…