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Among the earth’s persons. . racing toward his truth. . .
We were sitting at dinner on the Farm visiting with my beloved burly brothers. I had been the first sister amid 5 brothers born and never doubted their love. They were my introduction to the world of men and they could do everything. And when I first talked with words of meaning, I announced…
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You are invited. Come, we eat. . . .
We become what we feed our mind. ***** Become the person you want to meet coming down the street. ***** When you form the question, you already know the answer because you form the question. ***** Hopefully the added years bring thoughtful conclusions. You feed your mind what? ***** It is not said that understanding…
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All My Heart Required. . . .thank you . . .
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Is However Long We’ll Talk. . . Psalms of Love. . .
However long. . . . Coming into a chosen family will be what someone will call a misfit. And the label will stick. This often is a child with a need to know everything and talk. There will not be anyone to listen. Because there will be other children, work to do, buses to…
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It Is A Fact. . . Know It. . .
Believe because it is true. . . . . As we approach Valentine’s Day, to all who are bereft and do not or have not known love, what is missed is something you have known somewhere at some time else you would not know you miss it. One day it will be yours again. It will…
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My God Watches Me. . .
I had a journal entry I looked at that had hostility levied on differences in us and I thought it time to look at what unites as human beings. It is a simple character attribute. When we were children our parents expected we would be truth tellers. We were asked the simple question. . brushed…
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In Conference. . . .when the world sleeps. . . .
In Conference. . . .with the Sages. . . From a journal entry of January 1993 where I had been in the midst of researching Jesus . .the teacher asked me to put my thoughts down. . . (It was a stressful time in our lives. I wrote the following) Jesus took on a…
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A Time In The Heart. . .
(A grandson wanted me to start blogging and set me up in 2011 and designed the blog. I posted the foreword from Kiss The Moon in September of 2012 because he thought it was important that readers know how and why I write. There are new readers not familiar with my writing so I…
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Lest We Forget . . .
I was sick to my stomach. I had trouble breathing . I had to stop before I had another cardiac arrest. Hearing of the harsh brutality inflicted upon the Jews made me vomit when I was ten. Studying the holocaust nearing a lifetime of ninety years had the question continuing, why one man with such…
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Thoughts For These Times. . .
Thoughts For These Times. . . . On this historic day let us remember. . . .what is hidden will surface and cannot be forever controlled. ***** Manipulation is the black boot sitting on the head. ***** He wondered aloud whether he should drop Philosophy. There is no other class worth the taking I…