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Barroom Floors. . . the divine implications. . . .
Barroom floors and spittoons. . . . Oftentimes we are thrown onto ourselves to sink or swim. It may be a crisis at work, of illness, family or an unexplained malaise within us. We then must use inner resources simply to keep on keeping on. When conditions change, we look back and much to our…
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A Matter Of Trust Is a Matter Of Life. . . .
Taking Flight There was a year I learned that creatures, no matter the species, have memory. Birds I found are not forgetful. I had 2 mourning doves in my hanging planter outside the back door. They started to nest that past week. The planter was hanging just on the rim of the patio cover…
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Let The Lessons Begin. . . .
It occurred to me that a new meaning for the maxim, ‘at the end of your life you become more of what you were in the beginning’ throws it into another light. I always thought in terms of this life, that should you have been a brat as a child, you will become even more…
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Everything Teaches. . .
Teaching Respect It was a muggy summer evening when a dear friend of many years and I went for a walk to catch up on our friendship. It looked like it might rain that evening if we were lucky. So far it had been a dry month. As we were passing her yard I said…
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Life With a Capital L. . . . . .
From a recent journal entry in October. . . .I have been doing a lot of thinking and a lot of reading and am nowhere near coming to any kind of conclusions other than it is all lived in the mind. And perhaps Frank Herbert is correct when he has Odrade in Chapterhouse say is…
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The Endeavor True. . . . .
Over the years I have found that if the desire is honest and the endeavor true there comes into life what is needed. Not what is wanted but what is needed. And into my life have come people who have supported and books that have affirmed my direction. An author who came into my life…
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The Years The Locusts Have Taken. . . .
More Compensation. . . In my last posting I wrote that in Life there is a balance. Emerson called it compensation. I have found this to be more than accurate. For me it has been a personal matter of Life giving and I receiving. And to receive, I must be open to what is…
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Compensation. . .
There comes a time when even the simplest body language speaks to one and one has to listen. It is not an easy thing to do, this confrontation, but it requires some thought. It is easy to anger, but a dumb thing to do. And I try hard not to be dumb. But looking with…
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When The Real Money Is Counted. . . .
The Teacher Continues. . . . When it comes to memory, how do we separate what is currently ours? Yet the question should be, what is not ours when we are part of humankind? What can we separate from since we do not know what it is we have participated in since time began? Have…
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To Use These Hands. . . .
To Use These Hands. . . . As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curl about each other and I marvel at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other. And I think that nothing, no other world will ever make me feel such blessedness as…