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It Is Hard Being Human. . . but a privilege. . . . .
Love her, she is ours. . . . I am grateful for my readers who follow my work though they may not agree and sometimes not understand what I talk about. I overheard one talking to my son and he said he…
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The Heart Knows Its Own Amen. . . .
Oftentimes I have written about the cosmic importance of families and homes and many take this as opposition to the seeming greater importance of worldly concerns. The reality lists toward the impossible harnessing of worldly affairs by adults with hungers left unfed as children when they could have been directed toward good, toward universal…
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Coming To The Sainted Day of Heart. . . .
They are such simple words but for some people to say the words will cost them dearly they think. And yet to another, their lives hang precariously they know if they don’t hear the words soon. When one speaks from one’s heart, the Other intuitively must answer from one’s own, or not answer at…
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You Laid Your Heart On Me. . . .
There are more than a hundred of us who share in what I call the ‘jenny genes.’ I am neither boasting nor complaining because we all share faults as well as some victories, though the latter have come with a price paid dearly. And the faults have had a dear price also. One of…
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Who First Told Us?. . . .
It was my favorite holiday of gratitude. Family friends were visiting so on the day we were seated at the linen covered table with an extension to accommodate everyone. The children this year wanted to be at the same table. Close elbow to elbow for this gala occasion. Excitement was high as the turkey…
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Under The Wings. . . .
In exasperation a beloved said it takes you a whole page to say you went to the corner! And I realize that was the answer to why my perspective is different and so is yours. We see and hear things differently because we endow life with who we are. My readers know that I…
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Many Truths. . .Many Worlds. . . .
A question arose when reading and I was ready to put down the book. Coming to mind were thoughts I had to make peace with. I had been told . . . ‘there are many truths. There is not just one truth and all else is false. All things are true in some place…
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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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Shared Silence
Shared Silence In rereading a journal entry of many years ago I wrote with little editing, ‘that my husband of more than a half century went out the door this morning with little communication. Though there was little talk, there was a communion of shared history in the house. I think that has replaced talking,…
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Does The World Stand Still For You?. . .
If memory serves me, the one thing I learned from what I have been told is that no one thinks like I do. Trust me, it was never a compliment from the time I was a child. When I first started this blog in 2011, I started with this poem. I excerpt. ‘How heavy…