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The Strange Bequest. . . .
Tomorrow is Father’s Day and this is a late regret to chalk up to a life in ebbtide. But with the head on my shoulders today, I wish there had been times to talk of heart concerns. Life was to be mountains for me to climb and I could have used his hand to hold.…
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a soft goodnight. . . . .
A soft goodnight . . . as night arrives and blankets all, we take rest that is ours and allow it to heal . . . for it is no small thing given but as with all, we use what is ours and gently put the day to bed . the night still arrives…
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When You Have The Obligation . . .
Living The Martha Mary Story forever it seems. . . . . . It was the Martha -Mary story which raised the hackles and had me fuming. Martha wished to sit and listen to her friend and exchange thoughts but Mary of course took the seat. Mary did not offer to pour milk nor…
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The Loving Gesture Makes The Difference. . . . .
What pleases me so much about this photo besides knowing she is my beloved Emma E. is the obvious seriousness she shows in her work. And it is work she does. I identify the intensity and I wish her to be able to see the beauty of her body doing what her mind has…
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Love = Value Added. . . .
Attitudes of Gratitude . . . . . I had been asked to make potato salad for guests because they think it special and I was delighted to do so. When I finished I thought I should have kept the times to show long it took when I was at home and said I was…
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Sending The Future A New Direction. . . .
To change history. . .a new path. . . I had been at sixes and sevens (so to speak) this week. I should explain that the idiom means…
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Long Past The Time. . .earth in hostage. . .
(I scribed this on February 24, 2018 and it was posted on that day. Sadly it bears repeating .) There are times that call men to action and this is one of them. It is time that certain ideas give way to the new ideas but ones that have been incubating for a long…
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Welcome Nora Claire ! . . . to our World. . .
My prayer . . . we welcome Nora Claire to this world. Welcome her in thought. Deluge the sisters in harmony so that their lives will sing in delight their variations. Songs will be different but the love sustaining will be profuse. I wish that every newborn would be welcomed in joy and abundant love. …
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When Heavens Thought Searches Ours. . . .
I have been wondering the quality of thought and also if my life could have been spent other than what I have been about. How much of it designed and designated and how much busy work simply to get through without causing mayhem, or just abandoning commitments and doing my thing, whatever it happened to…
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And The Uncertain Dance Is Made Easier. . .
Sometimes I think the youngers would be happy for me to lay down my things, and pay attention to do what other elders do, so it would be easier, than to pretend to listen to what they do not understand, to make fit into what they cannot relate. Senseless no doubt it seems to nothing…