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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…
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A Thud Against Our Heart. . . .
Yesterday the world united in grief as we watched the fire rage and consume a large part of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. It was with dismay and heartbreak we saw a symbol of our civilization consumed by a utility given to Mankind to enhance life. Yet at the same time we saw…
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Creativity. . Look, what I made! . . .
I scribed. . . .it is a bag of wind we seem to contend with and problems never ending. The problems stem from diverse personalities complicating and darkening what should be an enlightened situation. What is obvious to one is dark to another. You think the world’s state of affairs too complicated to solve. Yet…
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To See The Day. . .
From Psalms of Love is the following poem entitled ‘To See The Day.’ The emotions and the times were painfully immobilizing. The inner journey means different things to all those who attempt it. I did not realize there was a name for what I was thrust into. All I knew was that I hurt. Heaven…
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The World I Worked To Build. . .
The World I Worked To Build. . . Where hearts open to each other, where minds are keen on learning, and where love intends to see its full bloom. Where beings are intent on growing to their fullness and work becomes a blessing. Do I want much? I want only what I worked and hoped…
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In Memory of a Good Friend. . .
It is written that if you can count good friends on one hand, you are rich. I was right to count myself as a very rich lady. All have already transited, and another one or two still far younger than I, will follow long after me. I want to write what is a good friend…
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We Are The Music. . . .
We Are The Music. . . You say, pull the shade! Or the neighbors will see. I say, What will they see? Us dancing? I rest my head on your shoulder and am happy in the embrace. Us dancing in the kitchen too small to move much, but close…
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For The Holy Day of Heart. . .
Touch Me. . . Lean over and touch that part of me that shows you know where I live. Love me in the way that shows you know who I am. Vulnerable though I be, trusting I am. I love you, knowing the parts of…
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The Fairyland Was Real. . . .
This time you will mentally shape the thoughts for this poem. You will remember the child you were at heart and the times when the world became a fairyland. We all have these memories and we take them out when the world becomes brittle and sharp. With these memories, few that they are, it becomes…
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Camelot Moment. . . .eternity practicing. . . .
When given and we are present in heart and mind, it is a rare gift. I call it a Camelot Moment because it was perfect in itself and yet a confirmation to a philosophy in process. It met with great appreciation when first published and now approaching Valentine’s Day, for new readers, I wish…