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A Meditation. . . does the world stand still for you?. . . .
Come with me to this place I visit often, hidden behind an eyelash; where it is Easter all the time and rebirth is not a sometime thing; where gods cavort in joyous abandon. Come, we dance. . . . Today the world stood still. In the bright afternoon sun I saw a butterfly…
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The Children Will Lead. . . but You Are The Answer. . . .
The Children Shall Lead Us. . . . Young people, some only in grammar schools, around THE WORLD have taken leave of their classrooms today to strike their concerns about the coming death of their best and only classroom. It is this planet Earth. Our only home as far as most of us know,…
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Far Beyond Where We Are. . . . .
Recently I was lost in thought and found myself saying out loud that I have to get back to teaching! I surprised myself but to whom was I speaking and what world but more importantly, at what depth? I remember a conversation at dinner where there was argument and I exasperatedly said, the wrong people…
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Not Much Time To Frolic. . . .
Today I thought that many events in my life were practice literally for what was to be revealed. I did not know that of course, but I rehearsed for what I thought right and good. I became involved in being who I thought I could be. There was a phrase when I was growing…
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The Harvest Moon. . . .
The night will bring a harvest moon. I have seen many and they are special. Brilliant and lighting the sky with magic, even though it is Friday the 13th. I hope there will be dancing with moonbeams and children will laugh as they gather them in baskets like rare gems designed only for…
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The Earth Gods Know. . .we do not swim alone. .
Journaled December 1992 . . . following. .the Great Nor’easter. . december’92 Nature expounds her presence with all. She ventures to shout her presence. She sends storms and pestilence and calm days and sunny skies to announce her presence. She grants to all the balm of her existence. But she angers and cries…
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A Woman Of Great Wealth. . .
It was a hard move for all of us leaving over a hundred acres of camp property we were living on in Connecticut to move to city life in Michigan. From a lake with mountains and an 1800 farm house to a house with eight feet on either side was what we were looking…
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A Sane Oasis In Troubled Times. . . .
Bucket or also known as Rain Hats. . . . When I was young , there were people in my circle, friends of parents, or neighbors sitting on their porches whom we thought were wise old people. They were mainly with time on their hands it seemed, obviously going nowhere. What happened to all…
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A Rich Legacy. . . .
Close to where they live, the family gathers to enjoy what is left of the summer. And Emma E. basks in the attention and love her presence assumes. And this should be the right of every child chosen to come to us. Because we choose them. I have mentioned before that for over half a…
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We Speak. . .
We Speak. . . We say goodbye with body language. See. . . we know when our arms are circling each other they will not release until our hearts press our knowledge one to the other. And we look with watery eyes that no longer see…