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The Lady Of The Blue Cloths. . . .
There are posts I have written that speak well to the present times. I think for those who follow me there might be some understanding from these earlier writings. There might be a moment when the thought comes, oh I see where she comes from. I hope so. For me it is a visit…
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Hope Enters With A Promise. . . .
Just do, she said and don’t ask why! It was her mantra, her Om, her ominous threat! This great, great grandmother of Emma E. with her brood of young held us all in check being a sergeant at arms. We muttered our displeasure but we did what needed to be done. We inherited what…
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Standard for Common Measure. . . .
This is one of those times when life calls for a time out to let the eternal hold sway to be appreciated. We let loose the hold that events have on us and just let life have its way. Our mental balance demands it and our relationships require it. It is enough to catch…
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Angels We Have Heard. . . private time. . . .
Can we make the snowman now, the little one asked. Almost time, I said, almost time. Well, he said, when will it be the right time? And I asked him to think about it. He was still for a minute and then asked me what I meant. Well, I said, there is a right…