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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…
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No Place To Go. . .
No Place To Go. . . .the children have to grow up. . . . As I look back on things, as we are apt to do when we wish to make sense out of a life that at times held little, I find more things connect. Yet small incidents were crucial for the larger…
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Worlds I know. . .
The psychiatrist sat at his desk in that small office and said tell me what you see when you go down Michigan Avenue. Everything? I asked. Everything, he said. I closed my eyes and began. When I was finished he whistled through his teeth. You know, he said, others don’t see what you see. …
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Beneath My Heart. . .
I was lying in the hospital bed and knowing that my body was having a difficult time. I was clear of head knowledgeable when I saw the figure at the foot of my bed. And an arm was raised clothed in a grey robe and the hand was outstretched. I lay there with both arms…