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Our Hearts Shout Our Validity . . . .
Mar 10, 2024. . . it seems I repeat and repeat. We are not a stupid people, yet why do we act so? I received an email from a daughter which was written on my forehead. (it seems so anyway because I remembered it immediately. words were thus. . . no matter how broad the…
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Inherent Galaxy Laws Not To Be Broken. . .
(I was awash this morning with no peer to call because I have outlived the handfull of heart friends and felt isolated. No one to share my thoughts in mind that rose to show that within our lives have been peers saying sure things requiring no ancient researching. I had in my notes…
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A Way For Me. . . when body balks. .bread for the day. . .
March 3, 2024. . . I do what is foreign to me now. I am putting with only some editing whole journal entries with feedback from my teachers. For those inclined to scoff at what is given, I say just try to do it. I came into this life with a foot still in my…
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A Sanctuary Moment. . . last bird sings . . .
A sanctuary moment. . . In looking back the words I hear in closing the front door are, be careful what you say. That was from the time I have memory forming words, being told in essence to stop talking . Even now, this late in the day I am told to stop and…
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My Keys in the Palm of My Hand . . . . .
In reviewing decades of my life with my kaleidoscopic perspective, is a stressful endeavor. I was cautioned to go slow. ( At 92, how fast can I possibly go at this time?) Most people are given to wait until they are on the side where support friends already are. Or here and I laughed…
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THE LAST BIRD SINGS. . . .
The Last Bird Sings. . . . A fact in nature changes as the person who perceives it. The maxim states ‘A fact is enhanced by what is perceived. Depends on who is looking and seeing and what they are seeing. One does not see what one is not looking for. The person who sees…
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All Who I Am. . . with knees bent . .
I scribed October 10, 1983. . . We wait for this day. You hear the arguments in the head and you think all the while the hands do the mind’s bidding. In this we find a great interest and comfort knowing that it is possible to function in a secular life and continue to grow. …
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Now Another December. . .
It was another December at the end of 1987. I had brought my in law mother back to her residence and she collapsed in bed. She borrowed courage from everyone to get through the holidays in Chicago. We were in a blizzard and I ached to get home. And unpacking I realized I could…
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Freedom’s Work. . .
Freedom Is Not Free. . . Time nears for elections and we wonder how can our aged bodies contribute to this magnificent country we live in so that our democracy does not die. We plead with the heavens. And thoughts are given to match what can be done. The healing begins and life takes off…
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Galactic Wanderer. . .
It has been awhile since I posted, being unsure of a topic when this world is inundated with so many problems. My last thoughts of the night were of solar trees I had drawn from a dream and I wish to share again. On November 19, 2019 I read that Bill Gates had unveiled a…