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Later Comes Too Late. . . .
Not now! Later! . . . . It is time to be reminded not to spend recklessly what we cannot recover. It was a late night comedian we were watching and he was interviewing a married couple who were both American song stylists. Already you know it was some time ago. Asked how they…
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The Spoken Moment. . .
The Spoken Moment . . . There are moments rare in our shared history that are so special that they must be spoken aloud. I have too often not spoken them, and I regret that. Now I speak and they may inspire you to speak yours out loud. We were sitting at the island between…
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Its Own Amen. . . .
In The Quiet Of This Night . . . In the quiet of this night, come to me and we will hold hands and talk and I will show you from high up you jumped. The night will love you and envelop you and you will find that in the cold moon there is…
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The Jenny Genes. . . .this Mother’s Day. . .
She was a formidable woman with a bundle of energy having the potential to create another world. She wielded this energy with considerable force. That said, the heavens took note of Jenny and decided that this creature would not be wasted. And she wasn’t. Hand in glove she pushed her progeny. Told them all what…
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Let Your Light So Shine. . . .
Let Your Light So Shine. . . There are some souls who are among us that simply light up our lives. We often cannot say exactly why but they bring a feeling of it’s okay now, or now we can begin, or simply bring together parts of us that have no putting place. It’s as…
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Work? . . Are we god-enough to do it?. . .
When we are plagued with a problem and have tried everything we can think of and those things we invent and the problem is still with us, we then conclude there is no answer. If there was an answer, the problem would be solvable. There would be circumscribed ways of doing things and we could…
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Roses and Evergreens. . . what happened to the dream?
We Are The God Participants and We Carry the Dream. . . . My stamina is low or nil. I think I can do something because my head envisions, but my body does not follow. I spend time now waiting for this national nightmare to end and find others adding to the nightmare. I…
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A Heart’s Commitments. . . .
A Given . . . There comes to mind in the space of time a leverage. . . gaining for one a semblance of peace. Silly, it sometimes is when the purpose of life is to regain and reclaim this right. It is of no consequence now in the sleeping hours of a…
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Our Connection To All That Is. . . .
We Honor Your Life (Sometimes there is a need to be reminded of the good the best of Mankind does and this is one of those times. This essay was one of the first I did for my blog and there may be new readers who missed this. In these times when we…
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Everlasting Life: caterpillar to butterfly. . . .
In this spiritual week for us so inclined, memory is mine of those who have transited from my life. All my beloveds come to mind, but one incident from the children’s younger days stays with me with more clarity because of my path. I was standing at the door of the room shared by the…