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Beneath The Wings . . .
Being the child that I was, rooted in memory solidly, I could not help being a trial to my mother. Having seven other children of normal vintage , she could compare easily and wonder loudly why I had to be different. It was not by intent but by inclination of the tree.…
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The Power Within . . .
The power to change the world begins with the intention and the desire to change ourselves . We must become the person we want someone else to be. We want the compassion , the love, the intelligence , the strength, the ability to see the larger picture, to see what they …
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A Blessed World. . .
With my life long lack of physical prowess , it is with despair I faced getting from one place to another . Long plane rides always had me looking for either a pharmacy or a doctor . It was not fun. Even as old as I am, recuperation from a journey takes…
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An Ever Fixed Mark . . .
love is. . . an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. . it is a star to every wandering bark. . . Shakespeare I awakened with these lines committed . I who never commits her own work to memory and realized that this…
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Pondering The Imponderables. . .
After a harrowing time for our country, we draw back to breathe and wish for uneventful, or common good. For me at this time, I come forth after a nightmare of a month that began with a simple ear infection, migrated the following week to a root canal and ended two weeks later after…
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The Laws of Compensation. . .
Too late I learn life holds the sharpest knife. Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter. The Laws of Compensation do prevail and it is a lesson most do not like to think about. Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think the die…
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Bless The Experience. . .
I needed the lesson and this blessed essay was a given. It has found readers needing the comfort and direction as I did and that I can share this again and bring comfort to others is where the blessing continues to be given. We can remember the pain of the negative experience but we…
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Her Voice Will Be Heard. . .
I had intended to do a post on my blog this morning but after reading Maria Wulf’s post this morning on her blog, http://www.fullmoonfiberart.com I am giving her space because her essay is well written and pertinent to our time. For those women who are of recent years and have had no experience with sexism I…
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In The Midst of The Secular. . . .
Because of the head that sits on my shoulders, I have worked this life the best I could. Because I grew up in a house of brothers, I learned to do many things simply by observing. They tolerated my presence and I learned to watch and say nothing that would get on their nerves.…
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The Table. . . the altar of the family
It was a different time frame and there were no credit cards nor funds to back what we desired. Several elderly English/Scottish relatives had given to our growing family bits of china that had been cherished. Not whole sets, but pieces. And I dearly wanted a hutch to show these pieces. Decades later we…