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From My Plate. . .
Perspective depends on how open one’s head is. Or how tightly closed it is. ***** We yearn with the client for a vacation in an Eden which feeds and does not accuse. …
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Everlasting Life. . we are already in Eternity. . . .
Life Everlasting. . . we are already in Eternity. . . . I scribed you cannot list the world’s disorders without revealing yours in duplicate. If one cannot relate to the ills surrounding, can we expect something to be done with what is not seen? Is life to be lived for others or for self…
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Out of Nonsense. . . comes Sense. . .
Life before Covid had us all Monday morning quarterbacking at the water cooler about the weekend’s highpoints. This time we witnessed the dancing in the streets with the election’s electoral count yesterday. And with Mary Trump, professional Psychologist and niece of the incumbent president, along with the almost hundred year old eyes researching the why’s…
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Our Coat of Many Colors. . .
July 9, 2020 Thursday 4:40 a.m. (excerpt from journal entry) And the thought again is to write of my coat of many colors, and should title it our coat of many colors. Since I have memories, of who I portrayed over the centuries, and have written of my dreams, seeing who I was…
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A Chance To Make Better. . . .
Gratitude. . for lives consciously loved through. . . . . . She was a friend of the boys and came to share her grief with life; an aspiring legal mind that looked to reason the why of it all. She asked in despair, why did you settle for so little? Words escaped me because…
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Scribings. . . .
Scribings. . . . To stand straight need not be at the expense of another’s fall. It can be because of one’s need to reach higher than one knows. ***** Facing one’s self in declining years is a task best left to those who point to kudos on their walls. Their sights…
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A Cosmic Prayer for Mankind. . . .
Much crowds my head and I would wish to put it out like a grand buffet. But it would bring dyspepsia for the majority and who would turn away. But life is a balanced judgment. We seem to be fed what we need and purposely not what we want. And that is where good…
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Make It Count For Real. . . . .
Since I know that no steps are skipped in Evolution, lest we have gaps in behavior even more difficult than what we see, I admit to fatigue as the years encroach. Coming to mind from a time past is our eldest as he waited for his father to drive him to the train back to…
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Life’s Biggest High . . .
Life’s Biggest High. . . . Because of the pandemic, we get to see an aspect of newscasters working from home and giving home tours inadvertently. When the sober and serious doctor was commenting on the President’s health, the doctor’s grandson played hide and seek behind the awesome doctor with a laugh breaking out…
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Running Late. . . .
(Of late my head has too many ideas wanting a voice, even when I sit and want to write a simple catch up note. The Muses, or my Spirit Within or God About seize the moment and wish it learned. . .so Jane, here is the letter I meant to send. . . ) Jane,…